Love
You are lying on your back with a straw hat drawn at eye height over hair sun-struck, curling and fair with a rain cloud ominous and black drifting past in a blue sky and a small track needing some repair meander past and grey ibises in a pair are picking at a snail snack and the smell of fresh Lucerne in purple flowers is almost enveloping after the last rain showers and you play your guitar and sing a sweet melody like a pop star but without followers and the beauty of spring is around us in... Sign in to see full entry.