to smile from the fingertips to cover the chaos of the world, catching sight from a distance of more failures than victories, or maybe it is the opposite, I cannot remember (I do not speak to the gods after breakfast).
after breakfast
to smile from the fingertips to cover the chaos of the world, catching sight from a distance of more failures than victories, or maybe it is the opposite, I cannot remember (I do not speak to the gods after breakfast).
Lovely and it made me smile
I like this photo very much. It makes me think of a birch forest–perhaps the patterns of different color and peeling? and I’m still smiling at the poem…
I can see what you see! So glad to bring a smile on your face.