Lets
Lets sit under the shadow of our tree sorrounded by this vague crepuscular haze and contemplate as we did that day, the water of the river down to the sea tiptoe its way unafraid of what it could encounter... excited for what it would see. Lets surrender again to the wind's shy eloquence and listen to what it has to say when it brushes our hair as it did then... Perhaps, the same bird that sang that afternoon of sweet illusions and fears conquered, will again our story tell and in his melodies... Sign in to see full entry.