Posted on October 19, 2018 at 12:47pm 0 Comments 3 Likes
and, sang the ash tree
Listen to my verses,
my poems to the sun:
the pages I have written
are published by the wind:
I drop them like feathers
that are severed to fly,
damp, and honey-tinted,
in memory of the bees,
whispering, they descend
and are read by bibliophiles
who report to the…
News from eceti ;)
http://www.sandrawalter.com/positive-head-podcast-with-brandon-beachum/
Good stuff for graceful sundi's ; )
Happy birthday! Thanks for sharing the warmth of your flame with welcome and wile I offer these words. Not much compares to the pure new snow, like the warm caressing flames of a wondrous soul. To see one so hot and to still be cool.
Have a great day and thanks fro being you.
Namaste JD
Thanks for the like. It is good to be acknowledged and encouraged also. :)
Namaste JD