Zmiana sposobu prezentacji
Early spring on an old road. A lone tree and it's world before all of it's leaves have returned-I succumb to thy bliss
A tree on an old road near a small town in California but it could be a tree anywhere trees grow. Maybe even a tree trying to remain free near a small town in Eastern Europe.
Tears and laughter shared,
broken hearts paired
then like the flight of a wounded dove
I fled from love
