Love

Through Wolf Eyes

To see through wolf eyes wakens soul, opening ways of stripping all annoying thoughts; it's a place full of misty breath entwining large pines, their...
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Love Is

Love Is By Paul McCann Love is a mountain , it takes me high up above . Everything is clear to see when we are in love . We can’t live without love...
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Friendship Trees

Friendship Trees By Paul McCann The seeds some of our friendships are planted firmly in the ground where roots are grown , while other seeds are...
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Then, My Village

Then, My Village The pathos of a passerby in his call at a pitch high scared by his loneliness, and beasts howling in the darkness in the late hour...
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My Precious Bluebird, I Bid You Adieu

To my precious bluebird, I bid you adieu My first friend, My only blue bird, how I missed you, And will miss you. I know I must let you go, flying...

Purple.

My Mum is in her late eighties, a retired intensive care nurse and she had dementia. Her best friend in the world was her sister, my Auntie. My...
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Unhappy

Haunted by … Hunted by … Hungry for …
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BASIC : The Language of Love

What it says. Image author's own.

Beauty is in the mind of the beholder

What would you choose...a shallow relationship or love?
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