Sunday, August 28, 2016

An evening walk...



                                                      I step with the grace of smiles
                                                     for I see beauty all around me
                                                           I see the glory of life
                                                       and for that I am happy...

  

What beauty shines in dappled light,
In misty morning air?
What beauty's cloaked in foggy mist,
Waiting to be shone?
The light it changes endlessly,
No view is ever twice,
Sun and rain and mist and fog,
The ever changing light...

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