Every morning is same..same...but different my eyes fly open..quick to embrace joy but only in a moment that hurries by -before the 'busy-ness' of Day bustles in -sweeping me up in its arms making me forget that the day itself... Continue Reading →
a miracle brings warmth and comfort on paper it flies to rediscover memory made flesh -buried in the ink of books Sealed in breath People alter, people falter but their words never disappear ©Vivian Zems Real Toads- 13... Continue Reading →