He sat at the cross-road
gaping at them
with pride
and admiration.
The balloons fitted with twinkling lights that
he held in his hand,
were like the stars that
he had always wanted to touch!
He sat at the cross-road
gaping at them
with pride
and admiration.
The balloons fitted with twinkling lights that
he held in his hand,
were like the stars that
he had always wanted to touch!
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
Explore.Create.Inspire.Learn.Laugh.Live
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.
An Open Mic & Poetry Show