Autumn binds poetry in its own withered leaves. – Terri Guillemets
Life is a mortal maze, and only a few truly find their way. – Terri Guillemets
Autumn binds poetry in its own withered leaves. – Terri Guillemets
Life is a mortal maze, and only a few truly find their way. – Terri Guillemets
Don’t shade your eyes from the bright joy of the world. – Terri Guillemets
May love touch every brutal soldier and every uncherished heart. – Terri Guillemets