An autumn wind
through stilled windows
a wind chime echoes
First ray of dawn
upon winter dew
nature stills
Indifference
8 years ago
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but Nature more... - Lord Byron
3 comments:
well i have to say the kind of things u write r wat i want to write but i nevr end up doing them..s weird..i donno f ur male or fermale..s not important..but ur posts do rock..take care...baye
Thanks.
I stayed by the hearth,
Watched and wondered,
The fiery red,
morphed to the pale white -
My breath, but a wisp on the window!
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