moss gathers stone wall in it’s arms
…there is the verdant summer embracing her.
the softness of her form,
the firmness of her throne;
and the beauty the season wears…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
moss gathers stone wall in it’s arms
…there is the verdant summer embracing her.
the softness of her form,
the firmness of her throne;
and the beauty the season wears…