She has depths that none can fathom.
the most dangerous illusions are the ones that take form of a human.
In this journey of life,
What will you Keep in your bag? Vision or Tears
A poem written in the middle of a night around the beginning of the month.
//swearing present
A Poem by Jacqueline Brown ©2016 < br/>(<a href="https://youtu.be/4csrJJ_iatg" target="_blank">youtu.be/4csrJJ_iatg</a>)
Don't stare at the sun, kids!
(Photo taken: February, 2017)
My young eyes see the skies through colours of blue, red, yellow and grey. I often wonder how long this vision will stay. Will I forget the people's faces, I greeted yesterday. Is it alright for...
an attempt at a rhymed poem, trying to make light of my failing vision! i’m bound to lose it sooner or later i suppose!
the most dangerous illusions are the ones that take form of a human.
In this journey of life,
What will you Keep in your bag? Vision or Tears
A poem written in the middle of a night around the beginning of the month.
//swearing present
A Poem by Jacqueline Brown ©2016 < br/>(<a href="https://youtu.be/4csrJJ_iatg" target="_blank">youtu.be/4csrJJ_iatg</a>)
Don't stare at the sun, kids!
(Photo taken: February, 2017)
My young eyes see the skies through colours of blue, red, yellow and grey. I often wonder how long this vision will stay. Will I forget the people's faces, I greeted yesterday. Is it alright for...
an attempt at a rhymed poem, trying to make light of my failing vision! i’m bound to lose it sooner or later i suppose!