Filling up journals
with wanton words
of want; on
nights like this one
where sleep evades
drifting awareness –
Unbidden,
like goodbyes and the duskiness
of approaching sunset.
Filling up journals
with wanton words
of want; on
nights like this one
where sleep evades
drifting awareness –
Unbidden,
like goodbyes and the duskiness
of approaching sunset.
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity
BUZZWEED QUIZZES
Art Studio Dumfriesshire
Kayfucius 