Poetic Arts To Share

Lazy Afternoon Theres an old oak tree, in a park by a lake. A cool breeze brushes strokes, through my hair in the shade. And I listen... as you whispers to me... uncertainty in this lazy afternoon. Uncertainty as the sun comes shining through......

Lazy Afternoon Theres an old oak tree, in a park by a lake. A cool breeze brushes strokes, through my hair in the shade. And I listen... as you whispers to me... uncertainty in this lazy afternoon. Uncertainty as the sun comes shining through......

Old and New It is so easy to focus on the path directly in front of you. But when you step back far enough the real view comes into focus. I see you painted into this backdrop as the breeze drinks up your cascading warmth. As the breeze flows and...