It's the leaves on the treesIt's a south wind That's stirring me It's just the season A sensation of being there Continue Reading...
My little girl
Sometimes a path seems too familiar to be different from one I have seen before. "... Words, they come with time, I pray between Too much I remember from the places I’ve seen Silence fills the space, light is driven from this place A picture painted by the shadows in her face..." Continue Reading...