Poem – Love
What we have spans time,
existing without place,
breathing with each ray of light,
captured in morning waves.
William Ricci
Mountains, Ice, Stars
What we have spans time,
existing without place,
breathing with each ray of light,
captured in morning waves.
These words are as beautiful as your photos. 💜💜
Willow, always appreciate the kind words. Hope you are well.
I am fine thanks and I hope you and yours are well too.💜