The Soul is a gold leaf that dances and crumbles away as it falls from a tree on a grey November day. The Soul is a snowflake that shines in the white hugeness under the cold Winter sun of a magnificent Winter. The Soul is a bird that flies in the sky and can reach […]
Magnificent Winter / Hiver magnifique — WORDS IN THE LIGHT
La vérité est vraie quelle que soit la langue. Les âmes reconnaissent la parenté. La lumière cherche la lumière.
Ion
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Legal articles| Judgements| E-magazine and more
Fantasy and film reference writer.
Consider it all fiction ;)
Believe in Floriography, Poems & Stories @reddywriteups
collecting moments that stump
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Poets lie all the time but there are some truths only poetry can tell.
to be worth sharing
Fun for the whole asylum!
A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.
Just writing some poems. No pics, no GIFs, no vids. Keeping it simple.
