The lapping of gentle waves, the surf . . . the life that longs for the shore . . . the breeze, the ripples, the moonlight upon the glassy crests . . . the mystery, the magic, and the eternal longing to sail the waters of The Whispering Sea.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
A wind-tossed leaf with a voice - soft fluff on the ripples of a breath, flows to the end of an echo;