Shared wisdom, reflections, and blessings
August 15, 2010
The sunlight speaks. And its voice is a bird:
It glitters half-guessed half seen half-heard
Above the flower bed. Over the lawn ...
A flashing dip and it is gone.
And all it lends to the eye is this --
A sunbeam giving the air a kiss.
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