The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,...
Life wants to read it's freedom speech,
Wants no more a captive beach,
Freedom is the perfect complement
to a cup of coffee,
I am talking about Horizons!
That horizontal line at the limit of sight,
Where breath inflates in delight,
But the living so self - centered,
Come let's make the nuisance scary,
Of course (nuisance), they would confer a psyche's nocturnal wanderings as the product of earthly memories,
In fact these...