The timelessness of peace
envelopes my memories
sprinkled with grace and hope
which I once believed
wore the same clothes.
Grace is the sunlight on the leaves.
Hope is the instinct to grow.
One whithers and dies without
the fragrance of both......
and always it dangles from
the necklace of age.
envelopes my memories
sprinkled with grace and hope
which I once believed
wore the same clothes.
Grace is the sunlight on the leaves.
Hope is the instinct to grow.
One whithers and dies without
the fragrance of both......
and always it dangles from
the necklace of age.