At Rest
Annie Eliza Bower & Cedar, Snow Hill © Jim Korpi
Life, a friend tells me, renews itself over and over again. An aspect of our being seems to die, and we grasp for its memory as it falls.
Sorrow hides growth.
Life, a friend tells me, renews itself over and over again. An aspect of our being seems to die, and we grasp for its memory as it falls.
Sorrow hides growth.
WOW Jim This just says peaceful to me!!
July 22nd, 2011 at 10:58 pm