Manuscript: St Gregory of Nyssa
New Photo "Birds on the Tree" https://t.co/IUaaS23pky
The sun doth set, then holding on To stay to listen to her song
To God be the Glory!
Immersed in the breath of the sun, Where ocean doth flow as song; Where wind of the South is born
Next Poem will be "Crane Beach" New Photo https://t.co/GTEGFNd9pq
Baby, let's sail unto the moon, Thereat are yellow singing sands Gather into the seas and croon...
Where pond in shadow knows What hath been for long ago, What will bring the coming day As a fruit of yesterday.
Oh flute of Love, sing thy final song... This keel with pink sails in the sea afar - 'Tis gone...
The feeble shadow of what they used to be, The devourers of hatred, sins and enmity.
