Past And Present....

A poetess most dear to me did not trust my honesty said myriad times she did but went on playing with the wind like a tree where the leaves would fall they´d never leave a dashing crash that tall the leaves would oft lay on the ground softly and tenderly, no sound all my words created in my thoughts I´d create beauty from nature and all there is it´s a luxury being alone Quo Vadis the poetship the loving words ever sailed with us spelled and spoken time and again, dunno anymore when but sure I had got that bliss thinking, creating and writing about all beauty in nature and all if there´s no fight, one cannot lose nor win creating a hero is surely a great sin residing amongst the cool mountains near the clear aqua fresh fountains where on my spot, is the Only God with His Blessings, I keep blessing thee He loves us enormously till we´ll be seeing Him each of us in His Own Time listen to me, it´ll be super sublime for all of us constantly never create your own enemy we sail with the ship with the steadfast glee in our package in this delivery it would be never hatred but divinity and gratitude God´s Greatest Bliss in my solitude.... Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan titled: "Amongst The Cool Mountains" ©Sylvia Frances Chan A.D. Wednesday the 28th of November 2018- @ 16.16 hrs. P.M. West-European Time