by quietpoly
life so woven with his presence, ultimately death in his absence. And yet a look to the sky searching. nicely done.
jim : )
I read your words as well as felt them. There really isn't anything you can count on as true but nature. Camels in the desert...thunderstorm from heaven...we are all on a long search, travel, all we can ever know to be true is nature and ourselves. Kudos Sophia...I love your work. It's innocent with observations, yet knowing.
and deep like a fine drink of the good stuff. I like this
poem and imagery very much.