Fickle Tide. By themischievousannaJuly 10, 2016 ( 5 ) When I am surrounded By so many Of their everyone’s, Am I really Any of My anyone? Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Photography, Poetry, WritingTags: beauty, fiction&poetry, Nature, photo, photography, poetry, Travel, writing Related Articles The Barrier that Hugged. By themischievousannaOctober 29, 2020 Quiet shock. By themischievousannaFebruary 24, 2020 Kept Deep. By themischievousannaFebruary 23, 2020 ( 1 ) 5 comments › nalinidesignprofile July 10, 2016 • 1:40 pm Nice LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna July 10, 2016 • 5:28 pm Thanks! LikeLike Reply ↓ sameera162316 July 16, 2016 • 3:06 pm Well written & its very nice LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna July 16, 2016 • 4:35 pm Thank you! LikeLike Reply ↓ sameera162316 July 16, 2016 • 7:39 pm 😉 LikeLike Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.