THE BEAUTY MISSED For hours of the afternoon, I sat staring at the sky that was filled here and there with big cotton clouds high. They billowed across heaven as sails on a huge ship at sea, could feel their softness; they were free, free as could be... The green of the fields beneath that blue and white display, as it always is in June, lush and full of life at love and play, swayed back and forth in the stiff breeze keeping the day cool. If the sweet beauty was unseen, it was only unseen by the fool... An excerpt from my next book, On The Wings Of Twilight
Posted on: Sat, 29 Jun 2013 03:29:39 +0000
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