To make myself understood and to diminish the distance between us, I called out: “I am an evening cloud too.” They stopped still, evidently taking a good look at me. Then they stretched towards me their fine, transparent, rosy wings. That is how evening clouds greet each other. They had recognized me.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Monday, September 22, 2014
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)