
A small stone for River of stones.
Morning comes,
A quiet majesty,
Pink in the Eastern sky,
Sail over deep purple mountains,
No sign of waking,
The sky is a clear, pale blue,
Over the sleepy village.
Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way. I began my blog 2010.
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