Teaching in Spirit
Shakespeare's brilliance here to last
Five hundred years past
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More stories from Sandra Doughty (.MS GYPSY) and writers in Poets and other communities.
Agape-divine love. The perfect love that guides us in climbing the ladder to reach above. Striving to feel, acquiring much appeal. Trapped in this body of matter. The fight couldn't be sadder. Impossible to even imagine, surrounded with impurities and constant negativities drowning in our thoughts.
By Sandra Doughty (.MS GYPSY)3 years ago in Poets
I’m out and about Strutting through the daffodils Flicking back my hair Doing my thing I feel your stares I hear your whispers
By Mother Combs2 days ago in Poets
Mimosas in a coffee jar catching sunlight laundry sways behind
By Ella Bogdanova6 days ago in Poets
The short form of tomorrow is never the whole story. Abbreviations mean nothing when we are born to die and we all are aren't we? Being spoken for before birth is something we're not supposed to remember like some kind of karma after effect. Still here we are spending our lives looking for each other.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapellea day ago in Fiction
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This is amazing! Great work!