
clouds betray our eyes
for we see blue, grey and white,
yet the dry land burns
Poetry | Stories | Photography

clouds betray our eyes
for we see blue, grey and white,
yet the dry land burns

A tidy window
Surrounded by ivy green
Looking to outside

Lake buds bloom blossom
Pink, yellow, white and green scene
Water Lilies blush

Succulent lover
flowers titillate your mind
geometry dreams
the shore calls again
sea sounds sing a song of hope
off the summer coast

lamp light in the fog
echoing whispers from trees
luminosity

Lush moss all around
Touching places once snowy
Nature’s cute carpet