You are viewing a single comment's thread from:
RE: Paint Me the Singing Wilderness [Day 33]
The last two >
My time has come, and so they sing
as I lay down beside the brook;
soft is the moss, quiet the strings
and warm my sheltered nook.
Only when one comes to listen,
and sits quietly on the hill,
can you hear the tiny musicians
playing the same song still.
< have my heart <3
P.S where did you go today I missed you you came and poofed ...
work called, and it wasn't a call I could miss, unfortunately. Hope the rest of the readings were the best!
They were fine ...just missed you that's all :)