nature’s gift unaccompanied forging ahead through the sweet-smelling thicket the sounds of silence your friend anxieties no longer exist resistance to change flows far oft in the distance the wind sings through the trees a lullaby made of reveries no longer a weary wanderer
Pam White on February 28th, 2020 - 6:30pm This is so beautifully written. I am moved to tears thinking of special people no longer present. Thank you. Reply
This is so beautifully written. I am moved to tears thinking of special people no longer present. Thank you.
Beautifully written