A thousand fragments of broken thoughts invade my mind tumbled,jumbled, like sand in a glass uncountable grains of multi-coloured sand. What can they tell? of you and I, of us together we cannot measure the treasure we found so late in our life. Scales could not weigh it, nor a bank vault contain it. It has no price.
Comments (2)
Rob
how beautiful you know the experience of that,
ty for your sharing agnata