The path
That runs through the hills-
Sometimes over its bosom,
Sometimes going down and
Straddling the side of its hips,
Is usually in a state of bliss,
Within the confines of the hills.
Sometimes, however,
it gets mesmerized
By the brilliance of the azure.
Then it becomes impatient and
Upon reaching the edge,
Wants to jump out and
Touch the sky,
To bathe in its shades of blue.
this & that
Random views and musings with a sprinkling of idiocy
Life, the universe and everything, Britta-style
by Britta Benson
Photographer & Travelogue Writer
the magic begins the moment you start being yourself
Not only fiction - an avid non-fiction reader too.
random thoughts
... a beautiful life
Tripping the world, slowly
A blog to inspire the insecure writer in all of us
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suffering sappho!!!
Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
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