I write what I see. |
| New year begins with hopes. I wish to write at least a Blog post per day. |
Feeling The Truth The light shifts, dust motes dance, A brief and bright flurry. We look outward, to the loud noises, The urgent bells. But there is a rhythm underneath, A slow but steady beat. There resides the sure and hidden truth, Unseen but always felt. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |