Boats float in haze and glass-like field.
Sun hides behind grey filled sky.
And I shall dab my thoughts across a page
as if they’re dancers calling to inner self.
Birds whisper dainty to wake ears.
Dogs back to echo with wind.
A great day to relax inside gratitude.
A grand day to see all is beautiful.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
Boats float in haze and glass-like field.
Sun hides behind grey filled sky.
And I shall dab my thoughts across a page
as if they’re dancers calling to inner self.
Birds whisper dainty to wake ears.
Dogs back to echo with wind.
A great day to relax inside gratitude.
A grand day to see all is beautiful.
