Primavera
By James A. Quadra
Sunrise breaks through the morning dew
Bright gentle warmth replaces the cold dark nights of our past
Wings flutter
A stream ripples
And a soft breeze whispers
A song of endless possibilities.
By James A. Quadra
Sunrise breaks through the morning dew
Bright gentle warmth replaces the cold dark nights of our past
Wings flutter
A stream ripples
And a soft breeze whispers
A song of endless possibilities.