Utopia

                                                                                                                      February the 15th, 2022   Is it the same sun, burning bright? No shadows, of dark yesternight. Aren’t the birds more loud and gay, Darting like arrows of the light.   The stream flows clear, The sky seems near, The swallows sing, Oh! Don’t you hear?   Rose smells sweeter, than yesterday, A cooler wind does blow from bay , There seems to be a music in the air, To which the Trees, dance & sway.   The sand and Sea, The day to be, It all seems new. Is it love or it’s...

                                                                                                                    February 15th,2022 It took me nearly 2 years, and a lot of courage to write something today, and I knew instantly what I  have been missing. Words were always there, but they lacked emotions. Some thing small, something very small happened that opened my heart to the emotions it was devoid of, for the longest time I remember. Live is made up of small moments, that carry with them, Great Magic called Life . Singing in the shower, and Laughing by the hour, oh! how much I love this game. Kisses on my lips, Your gentle finger tips, I really love to hear u say my name. The river running ...