“If wishes were horses, beggars would ride” Nursery rhyme Eyes flicker - on waking to a world basking in truth and humility The toast doesn’t burn The washing machine has defeated death The house preens and sparkles The kids bring... Continue Reading →
Under summer's glow casting nets catch wild genies wishes become dreams ©Vivian Zems Carpe Diem #1342 The Story of the Fisherman
Smell The Coffee 