Friend; ah, the memories; fading, from within. Stone, yellow tree. Lost, – worn, and tattered. dream tainted. Come to me, I seek your, presence; dire is my need. Friend, yours for the sharing, beauty uncontrolled, never to be seen.
in Art
Stone, yellow tree
Dennis Faherty
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cool
Interesting again…
Thanks a million, I hope that more will read and reply. it is inspiring..thanks Albert..
Very crispy
and tasty
to be enjoyed, friend.