When the afternoon melts into dusk and evening is on the rise
new dreams are born in shadows and cloud forms
as old dreams disperse with the day.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
When the afternoon melts into dusk and evening is on the rise
new dreams are born in shadows and cloud forms
as old dreams disperse with the day.
I love the colour of this picture and the words are just beautiful. Never mind the pedants.