(3.some)
…………….{miles}
map my breath by tune of blue,
my heart by sacred morning moon.
map my skin with cool of breeze
and scent of pine.
map my soul with the misty
face
of morning grace.
(3.some)
…………….{miles}
map my breath by tune of blue,
my heart by sacred morning moon.
map my skin with cool of breeze
and scent of pine.
map my soul with the misty
face
of morning grace.
This is stunning … photos and poem. I’d be thrilled to be there too (or three). You’re killin’ it with your mileage, girl. Keep it up!
Simply beautiful.
Ahhhh ….. such peace