Poem: Letting Go
Letting Go The first birds make their morning call, The first rays of sunlight touch down upon all. Slowly the waters reach out to dry sand, The lapping tide caresses new land. I close my eyes to imagine you here … Continue reading
Letting Go The first birds make their morning call, The first rays of sunlight touch down upon all. Slowly the waters reach out to dry sand, The lapping tide caresses new land. I close my eyes to imagine you here … Continue reading