Time it was
And what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence
A time of confidences
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They’re all that’s left you.
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Time it was
And what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence
A time of confidences
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They’re all that’s left you.
Staying in bed on Sunday morning
Learning to thrive after narcissistic abuse
Poetry, History, Mythology
thoughts, emotions, every day life
Loose End of the Red Thread
Working through the Dark Night of the Soul to emerge as me.
Author: Words From An Unlikely Poet
broken hearts beat a drainpipe
Founder of ReInventions -- Coach, Trainer, Writer and Personal Branding Consultant
living life in conscious reality
A Place for Visual Creativity
Hindi blogger: Stories, Poems, Recipes, Psychology, Travelogue, Current Affairs
Because life is simply too short.
They may see, they might know, but they'll never understand
Little moments, million emotions
Insights into the Journey of Life...
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