A winter reflection
By: James Aitchison
A flute plays
in the snow
as the soul
examines
the self,
each note
resonating
in the eternal
silence,
and the fibres
of truth are woven
into a cloth
of gold.
By: James Aitchison
A flute plays
in the snow
as the soul
examines
the self,
each note
resonating
in the eternal
silence,
and the fibres
of truth are woven
into a cloth
of gold.
Such beautiful imagery!