Sunday (a small poem)
and the sun rises another day, yawning, dawning. And always, absolutely always the earth reaches up to greet her, running with windblown hair. Happy birthday… Read More »Sunday (a small poem)
and the sun rises another day, yawning, dawning. And always, absolutely always the earth reaches up to greet her, running with windblown hair. Happy birthday… Read More »Sunday (a small poem)