An original poem by Aubrey Lambach.

If the person makes good use of their thoughts to change their environment and the world.

There’s a time for hope,
A time for despair ….

One can learn the important lessons of life from simple looking tailoring classes.

Another stream of consciousness. The end of this poem is entirely ambiguous to fit with my current state of mind.

Feed my core.

I hate the repetition of reoccurring dreams.

Poem about a woman’s belly and some of its many experiences….maybe you like to add to it….

The threads of life.

Some witches are truly crazy.