A withered rose – Terza Rima sonnet
Our love a withered rose with only thorns I keep it to remind me of what’s lost & gone recalling days before I was forlorn Our love is gone to […]
Our love a withered rose with only thorns I keep it to remind me of what’s lost & gone recalling days before I was forlorn Our love is gone to […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff