I knew a man who knew no limits in his heart- worked in the Copper mine – walked twelve miles to get the cheque to carry his family knew no limits of...
peeking from the right then above a shoulder of horizon trees diluting in full panorama shades of clouds reluctant to leave dew-dropped-receding mist...
Above rustling leaves on a hillside trail the wind is a vagabond of change; It begins to rain and wind a task-master as moisture arrives on land now...