There was a time
when silence was enough,
when the wind spoke
and we listened.
When mornings came slowly,
unfolding like soft paper,
and laughter lived
in the corners of the day.
......
There was a time
when silence was enough,
when the wind spoke
and we listened.
When mornings came slowly,
unfolding like soft paper,
and laughter lived
in the corners of the day.
......