
Through the gates of hell
goes every mom in labour
gateway to heaven

Through the gates of hell
goes every mom in labour
gateway to heaven

Give me some flowers
some silence and solitude
let me be, happy
Looms over city
rising light of setting sun
dragging shadows with
I’ve been following Becky and her Squares photo challenge for a while now, and decided to jump in this time.
The rule: Photos must be square
Theme for March: Spikes


In love a tree falls
come hither every arm calls
reaching for the skies