I am living in my own world with all its ups and downs. Surely, no complain. Why am I supposed to shout? Everything is given to my hand where the planet can never imagine . Have you ever visited your mind?
Try something different today…( All days are the same)
September is the month of maturity; the heaped basket and the garnered sheaf.It is the month of climax and completion.September! I never tire of turning it over and over in my mind. It has warmth, depth and colour. It glows like old amber . By Patience Strong (1951).Artist Maggie Vandewalle […]