A poem about the lady who wandered these headlands.
Author: hippie_thinking
I love poetry, photography, yoga, and
blogging! I’m inspired by nature and follow where inspiration takes me.
NEW VAN AND MOVING ON
Freedom is on the other side of hard work and useless material items.
Understanding Female Hormones
I look innocent, but looks are skin deep. One minute I’m motivated to go to the gym, by the time I’ve changed and done up my hair in the mirror, I want to cry at how ugly I feel. Sound familiar?
Looking Back – Full Poem
We all lose our memories when we die.