Walk down by the river Sit on a bench in the sun A return to centre When life gets too complex It really is that simple .
Let me tell you what I learned by recovering from a devastating break-up while working in a flower shop.
I’m feeling the need for something a little goofy, so here’s the challenge to you all: Add a poem about your work life
“But, don’t you love yourself enough to sit down to eat?”
“A pen tried to write the word LOVE and it broke” There are no words for this And still my mind reaches out tries to grasp tries to express . Stretched thin in its desperation Like travelling at light speed the past and future pulled apart Lost in the space between . There are no … More Sohbet – There Are No Words