"Art imitates life," great Aristotle once said So, I got out my art palette with tints of red...
Love's brushstrokes from heaven caress my soul Feathering my thoughts with pleasure's extol ...
Upon late summer’s sultry landscape scene I place dearest wishes with fervent plea For fate...
Writing for laughs is not always breezy, only Mr Milligan made it look easy, each time I...
when you no longer dance​​​​ with me on memories in flight
like stars on a sea of waves...
within my contentment of dreams I see you walking on shores we once shared
A cloudy...
Accidentally posted twice...See "When Sunshine Shapes My Shadow"
