SIMPLICITY. Trees, bushes, flowers, grass, swayed in the wind…to a beat all of their own. As I sat in my car watching this green form of life I began to reminisce on my own life’s past. It was oh so simple back then.
Category: life
Under a Lemon Tree, Poetry by Osman Welela
I hear a tinkling,
A sound part gurgling,
As water laughs in a fountain unseen,
While I rest my head with a lean
On the rough skin of a wood
I sit under with a contented mood.
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