Over the Himalayas (October 2016) - “Sunlight streamed through grumbling storm clouds that played like tiger kittens around the mountain ridges.” ― Jane Wilson-Howarth, A Glimpse of Eternal Snows: A Journey of Love and Loss in the Himalayas
lundi 3 novembre 2014
Gold
You are the gold Filling in My breaches The warm and soft Ondulation Spreading gently Over my soul
My companion With caring hands And breath untamed Your wilderness Added to mine Singing to my ears A song of the beginnings
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