Tides of Freedom April 23, 2018 by forgottenmeadows 22 Comments The smell of earth before rain, Arose the tides of freedom, chained in her heart. poetry neha image copyright neha 2018 Advertisement Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: forgottenmeadows I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.
April 23, 2018 at 5:12 am
Something beautiful on Monday morning. Thank you Neha 🌹
April 23, 2018 at 12:02 pm
Thank you dear Holly! Have a wonderful week!
April 23, 2018 at 1:34 pm
You too! ❤️
April 23, 2018 at 5:13 am
Beautiful words and marvellous click! 💙
April 23, 2018 at 12:02 pm
Thank you so much!
April 24, 2018 at 10:40 pm
Welcome and have a great day!
April 23, 2018 at 10:06 am
It gives the serenity before the rain arrives.
April 23, 2018 at 12:02 pm
Thank you so much Megha! ❤
April 23, 2018 at 12:02 pm
I could feel these beautiful words!
April 23, 2018 at 12:02 pm
Thank you kindly Pragal! ❤
April 23, 2018 at 12:03 pm
My pleasure truly.
April 23, 2018 at 12:47 pm
Ah, Sweet liberation. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
April 23, 2018 at 12:48 pm
Thank you Dorna!
April 23, 2018 at 5:08 pm
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
April 25, 2018 at 4:53 pm
Thank you John!
April 25, 2018 at 5:22 pm
You are very welcome.
April 23, 2018 at 8:14 pm
Gorgeous
April 25, 2018 at 4:53 pm
Thank you so much!
April 28, 2018 at 9:51 am
For years looked for a word that would name the smell of rain, on dry earth, they finally come with one: Petrichor. 🙂
April 29, 2018 at 4:49 pm
Thank you for stopping by and yes I do like that word!
May 8, 2018 at 7:52 am
Beautiful and fab post
May 10, 2018 at 7:54 am
THank you so much!