Spring rain in the night
First light caresses droplets
Dry soul inhales peace.
Spring rain in the night
First light caresses droplets
Dry soul inhales peace.
seeking sublime surrender
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
Verba volant, scripta manent !
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Audrey Dawn
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
by Kelly L
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE
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