Where would I be if not with you
Where would I be if not with you
in your tiny hand among the Irish yew.
For I was not me, but a wandering daze
away from...
In Trying Times
With foundations rocky
The need to retreat grows stronger.
As uncertainty rips through a barely grown over path
Solitude beckons, company no longer
Wanted as new roots dislodge...
Artwork 1
I keep digging, But just getting deeper, I keep climbing, But the mountain gets steeper, And I question myself, Every single day
Fragile Friend
Fragile Friend by Marie E. Kelly from the Mad in Ireland Poetry Collection
Tulips
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