Purple butterflies
Baby’s-breath, lightning bugs, flies
How soon before June
SEASONS (HAIKU)
POETRY RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT…
Purple butterflies
Baby’s-breath, lightning bugs, flies
How soon before June
Silvana und Ulf auf Weltreise
mobile home living and lifestyle
all the trinkets of the day
One Poem Per Day
Daring to Dream: Short stories, poetry & songs. Next target: 300 Followers.
Vibe alone for a while
A place to show my work
Short stories
By Tracey L. Bhattarai
The daily adventures and mental meanderings of a teacher, writer, mother, and life long learner
Small wins for the discreetly radical environmentalist, in French and English
open mind art ;)
author of speculative fiction
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
Gratitude, Ask & Believe
mentalnotes1 
Luck you, Spring, and Summer, times to dance, and times to sing.
Where is the sun is what I am really trying to say! I love the summer time! I can wait to see the butterflies play.
The Sun, why I just have to look up and there it is, even on a cloud cloaked day it is possible to find with the right kind of stone. Yes, the flying wild flowers of Summer, spoken tales of butterflies.
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