Silent Symphony
With leisurely pause,admiring its own reflectionin the faint ripples of a quiet stream,a rising sun considerswith what tints, to paint this morning’s canvas. Night has stolen all bright color from these sleeping …
With leisurely pause,admiring its own reflectionin the faint ripples of a quiet stream,a rising sun considerswith what tints, to paint this morning’s canvas. Night has stolen all bright color from these sleeping …
How fortunate that I’m the saving kind who finds some value in each bit of fluff, the stuff of which our days were made through years of sharing thoughts and …