Trained hands
Ink wandering, black, maybe red
Pen on paper
Brain shapes funny forms
Soul is singing
What’s in heart could be read
Then the moment to hand in
Trusting mailbox, the magic of journey, what
A postman will do
Solely at the moment of arriving destiny I rest,
Handing it over to the senses of you
Over Twicedoubleyou
Hello! My name is Wendy. I love writing, sharing and creating. On 'Twicedoubleyou' I write small stories and poetry about life, spirit and things that keep my head and soul alive or that is reflecting, touching my inner world. On my page 'Kekke Koekjes' you can read about my home made sugarfree cookies and order them. And on 'Twicedoubleyou Travels' you read all about my adventures whilst traveling. There is a translation bar on the blog. On 'Workshops' and 'Agenda' you will find information about my workshops in creative writing. Feel free to join, follow me or respond. Or mail: twicedoubleyou@gmail.com/ twicedoubleyou@hotmail.com. Thank you for your digital visit!
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