Yearning for sun and starlight, roses and winter, together. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Flowers whisper “Beauty!” to the world, even as they fade, wilt, fall. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Yearning for sun and starlight, roses and winter, together. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Flowers whisper “Beauty!” to the world, even as they fade, wilt, fall. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
The scent of rain, as an ancient redwood tree points to the first evening star. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
“Most poems are never finished,” (I was defensive). He sighed: “No, most poems are never started.” – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com