Walking May Walking the flower garden, this opening of spring, listening to birdsong, the wind and trees that sing, for the sky is so blue a blessing this May, for June is approaching and summer will be here For ever and more. For Today. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemai...
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Walking May Walking the flower garden, this opening of spring, listening to birdsong, the wind and trees that sing, for the sky is so blue a blessing this May, for June is approaching and summer will be here For ever and more. For Today. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemai...
A fist of leaves For is not time dawn itself? Having shaken the stars from a now empty sky, she now races to catch the night before the call of day, dancing, skipping, gathering the shadows fleeing before her catch, her catch gathered in a bag, in fists of leaves and abandoned trees, the rooftops reflect and mirror the first touch of sunlight, the slow rise of breakfast fires, the first call and echo of the last of black and birds, singing loud and brightly, the night reclining to a lulling ...
Tales from the edge of the morning sky
Walking May Walking the flower garden, this opening of spring, listening to birdsong, the wind and trees that sing, for the sky is so blue a blessing this May, for June is approaching and summer will be here For ever and more. For Today. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemai...
