
Unlike a half open bud
that waits to come into glory
Unlike a half taken breath
that longs to tell a story
A half moon is silent,
Is silent in knowing.
It is always full.
Just shadows showing…
Musings of the half taken breath……
Unlike a half open bud
that waits to come into glory
Unlike a half taken breath
that longs to tell a story
A half moon is silent,
Is silent in knowing.
It is always full.
Just shadows showing…