SWEETER THAN THE LARK’S SONG

White perfection like cirrus clouds on a sweltering southern mid-afternoon, Lay the cotton  blanket of white whispers speaking hauntingly and softly. My eyes gazing on a snowy speckled pattern, as I could hear melodic singing. Melancholy voices, expressions shared while talking of their joint sorrows, Bended aching backs and thin arms carrying heavy sacks of the … Continue reading SWEETER THAN THE LARK’S SONG