Under the willow tree. We danced.
Under the willow tree. We danced. Once we held love over everything. Love was holy and a joy. Were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flowers in the Winter. The feeble… Continue reading
Under the willow tree. We danced. Once we held love over everything. Love was holy and a joy. Were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flowers in the Winter. The feeble… Continue reading
“Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.” ― Gautama Buddha Heal, not kill The world had turn blood red. Where are the voices of… Continue reading