All Poetry Cleansed. By HEALTH | INSPIRATION on November 30, 2016 • ( 26 Comments ) A teardrop drifts beneath the shoal as river’s waltz caress my soul. • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Related Categories: All Poetry, Poetry by Phoebe Tagged as: metaphor, poem, Poetry, soul, spiritual, writing
We need a deep, warm and gentle cleansing to clean our soul. I like the imagery in this poem. Loading... Reply
Quite lovely.
Beautiful, short and simple.
😊 😊
We need a deep, warm and gentle cleansing to clean our soul. I like the imagery in this poem.
😊 😊
I really love this Puppy Doc 🙂
Thank you 🙂
most welcome!
Great Post!
Thanks! 🙂