Gently the wind blows
Gently I follow
Softly I gaze into my dreams
Baby there’s sorrow
But maybe tomorrow
All my tears will be washed into the stream
Ho ho
There they go
My tears have become the stream that flows
Away into the sea
I am now free
My sorrows away
Now I can now play
Into the meadow
I go
Running in play
Surrender today
May your happiness regrow
Filed under Poems G - I
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forest gardening and perennial vegetables
Challenging stigma by getting loud about mental illness
Children's Book Reviews and Recommendations from a Primary School Teacher
“May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Raku pottery, vases, and gifts
Write what you feel, coz it doesn't make you fear
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seasonal vegetarian recipes with a side helping of food politics
An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
Where the strange and unusual are welcome.
Art. Craft. Living With Chronic Illness.
Art Journaling and Mixed Media
