If you don’t play with your piano it will run away. I know, because I met one, nestled in between beech trees and so many kinds of ancient greens and wild flowers Whispering, ever so softly on the wind, for someone to come and play….
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
If you don’t play with your piano it will run away. I know, because I met one, nestled in between beech trees and so many kinds of ancient greens and wild flowers Whispering, ever so softly on the wind, for someone to come and play….