"Hobbit Holes in MyWorld" --by RusticWoodArt #32: My Soul of Maple
My Soul of Maple Oh how the warmth of your glow, tolerates my being….—i feel as though there remains a connection,as we pass into fall….—why it was only yesterday that a seed fell to ground,much like in the beginning….—our time together often grows weary,as in the exiled seasons…. Can our love still survive against the onslaught, of hurled bark insulation….—where were it not for fire burnished passions,coming forth as desire̷...
