Poems from Marie Mozelle
Sunday was a rainy day, stormy clouds lurk with the fog haze and lighting bolts zig zaged all the way.
The loudest thunder bolts make...
Sunday was a rainy day, stormy clouds lurk with the fog haze and lighting bolts zig zaged all the way.
The loudest thunder bolts make...
Witches and goblins all lurking around in the creepy little house, with a black cat in the window or perhaps even a mouse.
Mystic creatures...
Look up in the deep blue sky and you'll see flying high, the beautiful Winged Whispers of an Eagle in flight.His soft black Winged feathers...