It's not Christmas wrapped up in a present but I wondered what it was It's called Love In a world in which we live my it's brings me joy and hope It'...
Oceans of feelings They come and go Ebb and wane With the tidal flow A listening heart Responds aloud To the repeated sounds Of crashing waves Huge,...
The freedom of the birds and the whispy summer clouds are what we dream of now Spring was quietly stolen our liberties curtailed homes were a prison...