Ancient oaks souls greet
Ripe fruits fall and hungers cease
Seeing. Beauty. Truth.
- Author: sylviasearcher ( Offline)
- Published: November 29th, 2018 08:56
- Category: Unclassified
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Ancient oaks souls greet
Ripe fruits fall and hungers cease
Seeing. Beauty. Truth.
Comments3
Right up my street = or should I say footpath? Great piece Sylvia.
Or a leafy lane?
Thanks Michael 😊
Very good write and so true.
Thanks Gildfinch... Home is a figment of my imagination
I like your words..
Thanks neville.
It's the only thing I'm sometimes okay at.
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