Asymp; Leave a comment. Poetry gently water stream honey moon love twilight. A stream through a wood flows. Itself over rock and fauna,. The last fingers of leafs carried. Past the sandy roads and. The smell of honeysuckle;. My love is like its. Her kiss as the linen of. I walk in the damp. To feel the softness of her. Asymp; Leave a comment. Prose poem poetry poet sea mothers children tide waves white black sky morning sunset moon.

Saturday, September 3, 2016. I recently received the results of an evaluation that indicated that Lorelai is struggling with communication and problem solving based on some information I filled out when she was 8 weeks old. Luckily, I have lots of kids; one of which sat very still like a lump of cute baby doing little more than very loud mouth-breathing for the first 6 months of his life.

Be who God wants you to be. I feel so lousy about myself. So Tiff asked me if I wanted to join embrace Comm. A huge part of me was like yesss. Be who God wants you to be.

Telle une pygargue, ailes déployées, je survole du haut de ma vallée Liégeoise. Je suis prête à te montrer mon affection toute désintéressée et sans calcul,. Et si tu veux me voir aussi me dévoiler sans artifice mon âme toute nue, viens me faire une visite! Mélangée entre félicité, abandon, expectation et consternation, je ne sais pas toujours ce que je veux, mais je sais ce que je ne veux pas.