Making plans to travel doesn’t cost anything, going into the country where roses cling to cottage walls before I drift too far from the path
all I need to give is a little compassion to feel it deeply
Eternity is a never-ending knot ff the heart and loyalty, friendship hands wearing a ring pointed toward the body, changing of the seasons, on and on I grow, pure and unstained.
‘Beatrice, it’s morning, lovey―time to get ready for school.’ Gwen’s voice penetrated the fog of Bea’s sleep. She put her head under the pillow and tried to ignore her grandmother. She had almost fallen back to sleep when she felt her grandmother’s hand on her shoulder. ‘Come on, sleepy head. You can’t spend all day…
Echo breathes from her lips With the first stroke of the dead poet’s pen