All winter long the garden is cold and bare With the coming of spring, everywhere is lovely Trees unfold their… READ MORE
A branch has fallen from the tree And after some time moss has grown Abandoned like when you left me… READ MORE
THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “On the General Being of Lostness” by Jeff Latosik: mall, map, nowhere, point, loneliness, loving,… READ MORE
Time is how we make it Sometimes fast sometimes slow Could be punctual or late Time is always moving I… READ MORE
Remembering the past Energy, mostly positive Friends and foes alike Living and loving it Everlasting love Challenges I take Till… READ MORE
Our childhood memories – the innocence of youth The time when we just played or messed around When we lost… READ MORE
Journey of life, not smooth at all Rough ways, getting lost, some set-backs Seize the day, learn to play the… READ MORE
be in love world full of roses Him Indoors wavy sea world falls apart without him to love and to… READ MORE
The ankh was a symbol of life in ancient Egypt Ups and downs Life as we know it Sometimes broad… READ MORE
In circles Round and round they go Feel dizzy No stop Mad spinning teacup ride Such fun at the ride… READ MORE
Shatter in pieces Breaking my whole existence Snippets of my life Reminiscing my youth There is always hope (c) ladyleemanila… READ MORE
Spring with our shadows Ladylee and Him Indoors Shadows in winter Together we grow In mountains, seas and moors Shadows… READ MORE
the memory of eating with my hand the first meal that I cooked – that was so grand of fish… READ MORE
Secret doorway beneath the tree That old oak tree covered with moss I could go there and I could flee… READ MORE
Remember the times when we were here? Enduring rain, snow, wind and sun? Smiling and laughing at our jokes? Teasing… READ MORE
You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us. And the world will live as one. -John Lennon
Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier. -Mother Teresa
Ladyleemanila, a lady in fringe, pretty in red
Her brains swirl like that crazy cappucino smile
Will continue prosaic poesies and never the while grows tired
Writes what’s close to her heart, be it her experience
Born and bred in one of exciting 7,100 islands
Bounces like a ball, hither and thither on the go
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