how tender and sad...
My thoughts went away, not Scotland, but elsewhere, a place where many feathers is blowing through a former garden:aboundence petalsfloating in the riversearching for love ones
touching.
In our garden there are sometimes some feathers... also a cat lurking ...
how tender and sad...
ReplyDeleteMy thoughts went away, not Scotland, but elsewhere, a place where many feathers is blowing through a former garden:
ReplyDeleteaboundence petals
floating in the river
searching for love ones
touching.
ReplyDeleteIn our garden there are sometimes some feathers...
ReplyDeletealso a cat lurking ...