All Saints, The Beach ’00
It’s calling you, my dear
Out of reach (Take me to my beach)
I can hear it calling you
I’m coming, not drowning
Swimming closer to you
All Saints, The Beach ’00
It’s calling you, my dear
Out of reach (Take me to my beach)
I can hear it calling you
I’m coming, not drowning
Swimming closer to you
A collective of poems and photos. All photos taken by me unless stated otherwise.
Dutch operative Radio amateur
Never rust.
Crafting my thoughts into poetry and prose.
Zomaar wat
All about Life
Poetry, fiction
secondlife, fashion, beauty, lingerie...
Photography is the Art of Exposing your Soul
haiku + images
A dedication to Hipstamatic
waphco wandering photons collector
A Novice Photographer's Journey
Live without Limits
Beautiful!🙂 I’ve missed your wonderful photos and music selections.🙂
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Thank you so much! Spring is in the air, some new inspiration!! Thx
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