Morning Glory

By
She’s dreaming…or is she?
Closed eyes, deep steady breathing,
Completely unaware of the world around her.
She’s sitting in a meadow,
Surrounded by grass, a bright shade of green.
[Oh, look! It’s the same color as her eyes!]
Weeping willows with thick trunks





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback