In serenity I sit
While birds sing their praises to the sky
A light breeze passes, curling my lips into a smile
The sun presses on my tan skin warming my bones
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
In serenity I sit
While birds sing their praises to the sky
A light breeze passes, curling my lips into a smile
The sun presses on my tan skin warming my bones
lovely image of serenity – I can feel and see it, thank you