Tortured Children
where our hearts used to be is gone
Tag: children
Morning Prayer
Time delivers grace in harmony.
Christmas Present
fresh as snow angels
Christmas Mourning
Originally posted on huntersjames:
Tiny steps eager cross the floor Wrap the night we sleep no more Eager smiles and…
Wild Children
bloom and show their gift
Epitaph On a Conscience
imitation is the sincerest form of flattery…
Epitaph On A Tyrant, W H Auden
(I just fell in love with this verse; the world is going to tyrants, tell me it isn’t so?)
