For me starts at the veins
In this afternoon of glory
Pulsing daisies
Coming to bud with the soft little sighs
The fragile bells ringing over my head
For me starts at the veins
In this afternoon of glory
Pulsing daisies
Coming to bud with the soft little sighs
The fragile bells ringing over my head
Mari, Mari, Mari–oh my Lord, this is beautiful!
goodness is you, thank you so very much my friend!!
Reblogged this on Susan Daniels Poetry and commented:
This is perfection (and not unlike my own process), but said so softly, and so beautifully.
oh you kind kind woman you. thank you for showing me off, hugs!!
Glad to–what could I do but share such softly chiming gorgeousness?
You are wonderful for it. I thank you, gosh I do..
You pretty much Rock.
oh Moriah, thank you darling. hugs!
You’re lucky – you make it seems so simple…
it can be, sometimes..
Soft little sighs sound sweet about now
sighs, wonderful little things