Spiritual

My heart must be a mirror of the earth.

My heart must be a mirror of the earth, For when I see a rose one grows inside And gazing round at springtime’s spreading birth My heart bursts with broad fields and steep hillsides.
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Bird Song

The birds circled in delightful anticipation, swooning and swaying, they set out across the broken skyline, sending a message of hope to the coming dawn, weaving together a secret message,

Hope in the Air

She was plunged from the sky, a winged figure, into the depths of human sadness, the mist of hope,sprang in bursts of colour, from the derelict relict's, vandalised, and abandoned.

Hidden depths

I met you on the first floor landing

Rain

the cool gently rain hitting my window bring so calm to a busy day got the fan on blowing away the heat of the day gently the relaxing music i here make me unwine

PARABLE OF THE INNOCENT RUSTIC

PARABLE OF THE INNOCENT RUSTIC By P.K.Routary Once in India ruled a king having a beautiful daughter, Worried were the king and queen to find a groom for her.

Pieris rapae

Out of my window, across the gardens, not a leaf stirs, just a butterfly or two, white against the green. Someone is using a hammer in the distance, the sound