... I could not wait till it was time for recess.
Author: In All Our Years
Practicing love and kindness for all.
... I could not wait till it was time for recess.
Perhaps to make it last beyond me ...
Independence day was the result of an oppression of one over another.
nothing is permanent ... not even rocks-
embeds them in the canvas of your life
... find happiness and joy ...
I hope that one day we will come together again-
Your stillness mattered most, amidst the threat of driving rain.
The little guitar could not speak, but only looked on as the artist spoke.
Everything is as it seems.