Thursday, December 18, 2008
Its growing dark...
I t's growing dark. The sun is is bowing to the moon and the moon smiles back. The great painting has begun: Dashes of orange and purple and subtle yellow hues relieve the blue of day with a fond goodnight. Birds retire and Nature's noises subtly change I am bathed in glowing silver as I walk alone looking, listening, Its all so beautiful, so simple, so complex. The breeze that caresses the trees touches my soul and the stars above begin to shine, I suddenly can smell the fragrance of hair I...
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