-DARLING MICA-
Your voice floats atop rolling waves, your wisdom is beyond experience. The sound of wind chimes in March, or the sound of a gentle breeze through the tall grass. God is with you, child, only He could make such music, only He could write such lyrics. All that you say is true, My Love all that you know is right - All that guides you is pure, My Dear, my teacher beyond years. -Nitsa
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AuthorAlthough this is my art website, I have many interests other than painting. I would like to talk about all kinds of subjects in which I have experience, knowledge, questions or general philosophies. Archives
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