*sound on*
dawn-lit insects dance upon
sunbeams as birds raise their
voices in song; like a dream
forgotten upon awakening, a
forlorn spirit aches for ancient
magicks, tantalisingly close: an
eager heart cries, ‘reach out’

*sound on*
dawn-lit insects dance upon
sunbeams as birds raise their
voices in song; like a dream
forgotten upon awakening, a
forlorn spirit aches for ancient
magicks, tantalisingly close: an
eager heart cries, ‘reach out’
The place where you can find out what Lillie thinks
Looking at life through blue eyes
: around the world :
Myriad memories frozen in time
Looking into why we do the things we do (and some crochet) each Monday
Amanda Tuke - writer: nature, people, places
A photographic journey.
Here and now, with all of it.