Offering April 10, 2015Vonita I hold out my hand And offer you light I hold out my heart And offer you love Share this: Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related
A beautifully composed photo combined with a very sweet and lovely poem is definitely priceless…! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Reblogged this on Photo ni Ompong and commented: An awesome photo and an excellent poetry that will make you fall in love over and over and over again…! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
she stands with her back to the camp fire under a black velvet sky strewn with chips of diamond the trees surrounding the camp seem to undulate a quick flicker chance dance reflecting the flames at first only twin points of light the eyes of the wolf she holds out her empty hand her offering he approaches wary. . . LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
a fine poetry dance wolves, dragons angels and demons all dancing in poetry regards m’Lady LikeLiked by 1 person
Seem like the beginning of a – heart-warming, many onions in the room – vow :P. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Poems and Petals 
I love this, beautiful…
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Thank you, I’m glad 🙂
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A beautifully composed photo combined with a very sweet and lovely poem is definitely priceless…!
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Thank you for the reblog! 🙂
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Reblogged this on Photo ni Ompong and commented:
An awesome photo and an excellent poetry that will make you fall in love over and over and over again…!
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Thank you so much!
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This is beautiful!
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Thank you Erika!
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she stands with her back to the camp fire
under a black velvet sky strewn with chips of diamond
the trees surrounding the camp seem to undulate
a quick flicker chance dance
reflecting the flames
at first
only twin points of light
the eyes of the wolf
she holds out her empty hand
her offering
he approaches
wary. . .
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Amazing writing, thank you 🙂
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a fine poetry dance
wolves, dragons
angels and demons
all dancing in poetry
regards m’Lady
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I really love your poem, thank you! 🙂
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Seem like the beginning of a – heart-warming, many onions in the room – vow :P.
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Thank you! 🙂
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