An afternoon turns to honey
Warmest as it fades
The sun retreating from rooftops
Waited to see you again
An afternoon turns to honey
Warmest as it fades
The sun retreating from rooftops
Waited to see you again
Connecting to nature through poetry and prose
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Thoughts, Stories, Poems
Un poème n'est jamais fini, seulement abandonné. A poem is never finished, only abandoned."Paul Valéry"
The Poetry of Emotion
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