i don’t own
a home
or steeple
and i depend
on the friend
in people
i am barely here
and sometimes there
like a ghost
slipping through a keyhole
❖
i don’t own
a home
or steeple
and i depend
on the friend
in people
i am barely here
and sometimes there
like a ghost
slipping through a keyhole
❖
Cozy Mystery (and Other Favorite) Books, Movies, and TV
Онлайн-журнал для творческих людей
Artful Words to Inspire Everyday Living
The view from my front porch (in Pennsylvania) or back patio (in London) every morning, in tweet-sized bites
The Beautiful Due