Tag: Saturday

I stopped

was a Saturday stared at life said explain to me why do you surround my heart with such beauty love. Life replied because you see me with your heart not eyes.

Saturday reproduced

It begins slowly enough a typical Saturday morn artfully and in colors reproduced once more. Often the question begs for an answer as to why but it shall have to wait until softness of lullabies. Another Saturday reproduced with unknown purpose not even with words.