There is a serenity among the trees, it is a place in the heart where not even the desert can intrude with its wind and its dust and its dry, brittle age. The smell of pine and the soft, gentle touch of oaken leaves flutter through the key of dreams and there is music like Mozart, Vivaldi, Handles’ great quest for an expression of heaven on earth. I am alone in this silent solitude where others have gone before me singing from the pith of their nature giving voice to the nature of life.
Reason for writing:
just life; always life.
Birth sign: Leo
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