the light is passing by
the shadows are changing
the sun is going down
voices are whispering
something true
(or else it is a dream)
the light is passing by
the shadows are changing
the sun is going down
voices are whispering
something true
(or else it is a dream)
I love that poem. It is so universal, I think. And that photo–if it were white, it would look like drifted snow.
There are moments like that, like a perfect storm but in a good way.
Beautiful
Thank you so much 🙂
So beautifully reflective
Thank you Derrick 🙂