the climb and my dream

it all seems like a dream now the image of me standing atop the cliff with my friend looking around tired and breathless at the mountain peak covered in white and hazed by clouds appearing and disappearing maybe that's the way its supposed to be a tiring climb leading to the top and a hazy… Continue reading the climb and my dream

the grass will smile again

the grass will smile again muted sounds of fishes gliding through calm waters trees clouds silent suns All saying the same thing Faint smiles and unknown frowns pathways And unknown towns they all say the same thing the trees the clouds Silent suns raging storms the beach and it's moist welcome will never be the… Continue reading the grass will smile again