Dans tes bras c'est mon destin

[sa-chaleur]

Tw: sh

I’m not a poet

but when I see the red marks

that my puppy left on my leg

with his tiny paws

right next to my healed scars

from wounds of my own doing

I realise

that life writes the most beautiful poems

no poet could write

[caife]

[lofijazz]

[observando]

[ruinedchildhood]

[empress-empire]

[abbeyfoz]

[halogenic]

[stayspectacular]

[tkkatherineblog]

[eearth-deactivated20180601]

You’re the only home you’ll ever know. Decorate yourself with love and compassion, furnish yourself with inner learning, declutter yourself with reflection, and don’t let the dust of routine pile up on your soul.

[knowing]

[tackled]

by Alexandr Nevski

[artchipel]

[jayalvarrez]

[theharmonie]

[myowangs]