Colossal sky-ships, the clouds drift by
They expect a passenger but he wasn’t ready for that
The storm bending the willow, rustling is always comforting, like thousands of souls whispering.
Copyright John de Gruyther 2017
Colossal sky-ships, the clouds drift by
They expect a passenger but he wasn’t ready for that
The storm bending the willow, rustling is always comforting, like thousands of souls whispering.
Copyright John de Gruyther 2017
More beautiful than the honey locust tree are the words of the Lord - Mary Oliver
Just writing some poems. No pics, no GIFs, no vids. Keeping it simple.
“Life is nothing, but a series of memories we make, people we connect with and the emotions we share.” — Tanmay Roy
I write reality which people believe is just a dream
Kirsty's Ecumenical Musings
