(An image I took in winter)
Nothing could be heard for miles as I walked along the path. Thoughts grew inside of San Francisco and one heart that bloomed for only me. And I remember smiling to myself as I walked on,...
... nature has its way of placing only the sweetest of thoughts inside one's mind.
It has its way of making two blend into "one".
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Babbled by Cher Ferroggiaro at 12:41 PM