Sitting on top of a hill Watching my dream pearls rolling down Catch'em before it's too late Bring them to your breath Towards the stream beneath... I've seen the last one of them drift away
Small poem as are the pearls and so easily lost.
Judith, Beautiful. Such imagery. I pictured myself next to you on that hill. Thanks, Linda
Small poem as are the pearls and so easily lost.
Judith, Beautiful. Such imagery. I pictured myself next to you on that hill. Thanks, Linda