I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. -William Wordsworth
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Stories by Ro Sheane
The Eternal Existence of My Words
The pieces written in this book are based on the circumstances and feelings I have had. Some are only throwba...
From The Pages of My Soul
A second book of elevated railway of my emotions. Episodes I never knew I could write. Series I was afraid to...
Behind The Gilded Mask
A collection of fantasy poems that aren't just fantasy, but also a collection of psychology.
On-going.