Jewels shimmer and fall from every needle and twig. The sky grows dark again with rain and wind. In this old house of mine, a wayward thought sends waves through every cell. It’s a pebble in a pond only calm can heal. Bright blue. Sunlight warms the crooked streets and fields.
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[ 1707 ]
Categories: Daybook
Tags: Be Here Now, Blue, Calm, Clouds, Mind and Body, Rain, Sun, Thoughts, Wind
William Michaelian 