Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Soliloquy of Many Colors
I come to where the sun speaks in a soliloquy of many colors. The morning kisses the water, rippling to where I sit and stare. Here I take a cup of peace as a gentle waterfall expresses the energy of life, and a twig floats lazily by. My gaze is not fixed on only one point, but stretches across the...
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