poems as it were March 28, 2014by heather anne she’s aching he’s on his best behaviour they sleep in Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
nice
Sounds familiar…
What a lovely dream this would be. 😉
Evocative…
Been there, Nice
absence makes the heart grow fonder! 😉
It must be raining outside… or snowing… or too cold, eh?
Mysterious and unsettling. I like it.