Grains of sand…
And
Flying dots in a dusty sky.
Foam that retreats from the shore.
Palms swishing like feather dusters…
And amidst the grey.
A grateful heart sings..
Thankful for the gift
of a brand new day.
— Musings by Gwyn
Grains of sand…
And
Flying dots in a dusty sky.
Foam that retreats from the shore.
Palms swishing like feather dusters…
And amidst the grey.
A grateful heart sings..
Thankful for the gift
of a brand new day.
— Musings by Gwyn