Under the giving snow blossoms a daring spring. – Terri Guillemets
His heart beat only love — not a drop of hate-tinged blood in his body. – Terri Guillemets
Under the giving snow blossoms a daring spring. – Terri Guillemets
His heart beat only love — not a drop of hate-tinged blood in his body. – Terri Guillemets
Your body is a temple but only if you treat it as one. – Terri Guillemets
I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder. – Terri Guillemets