It’s been a strange day. Built in with a few rough patches, here’s a nice way to close out the day…
I love my daughter’s creativity, her artistic perspectives and I’m repeatedly astonished by things she writes. Here’s the latest… be blessed!
We could turn ourselves into ghost’s
Breeze along our memory’s coast.
The steps of our dance still lay on the floor
This could be our moments cure.
If you listen the same song will play,
a wordless melody that had much to say.
My hand in yours, our movements blend.
These ghost’s will disappear when the music ends.