Glistening golden sand, the tui calls, as long as shadows cast only the memory of day of worn legs and rain and stained faces. Wisdom speaks, as the tide moves effortlessly and the day begins to draw closure on memories that can only be etched in minds. I awake, You are here. For if i dont ,surely creation itself will make a sound in its gentle yet magnificent splendor and the moment could pass and i could wish it by. Yet you, you remain. Abel Tasman Jan 2014
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 10:09:31 +0000
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