LittleSiss
Sorceress
Soo lovely is the soft mist of rain at twilight.
Such a cool refreshing breeze.
The curtains flutter gently and the air has a freshness.
Painted daisies like Van Gogh in a frenzied moment.
Spaces between the blues and whites ... so telling.
Delightfully teasing me.
How abruptly reality conquers a fantasy.
Spread is the landscape.
A brook, a crick, a stream running freely.
Shrubbery glistening like rainbows with dawns light.
Golden Carp swimming in a pond of confusion.
Do they mean what they mean?
Are they lights in the sky?
Feelings from within or simply a wish that fills us all?
At twilight ...
And curtains...
And morning dew.
At twilight.......
Such a cool refreshing breeze.
The curtains flutter gently and the air has a freshness.
Painted daisies like Van Gogh in a frenzied moment.
Spaces between the blues and whites ... so telling.
Delightfully teasing me.
How abruptly reality conquers a fantasy.
Spread is the landscape.
A brook, a crick, a stream running freely.
Shrubbery glistening like rainbows with dawns light.
Golden Carp swimming in a pond of confusion.
Do they mean what they mean?
Are they lights in the sky?
Feelings from within or simply a wish that fills us all?
At twilight ...
And curtains...
And morning dew.
At twilight.......