It’s
December; dark and gloomy but for the laughter of the pretty brides,
of their handsome grooms…laughter which lights up the dark.. laughter which brings about hope;
It’s December; where the misty mornings and the cold evening winds give us but a glimpse of the winter; where we open our arms wide, welcoming a fresh year, a fresh beginning,where new ties are made, old grudges forgotten;
It's December, and I picture the blossoms of spring, I feel the warmth it brings.. warmth that lights up the heart, warmth that soothes the soul..
It’s still December, It’s still the winter… but here I am, longing for the spring, yearning to see its first blossoms, and colours replacing the dullness of black,white and grey..
With love, as always...
It's December, and I picture the blossoms of spring, I feel the warmth it brings.. warmth that lights up the heart, warmth that soothes the soul..
It’s still December, It’s still the winter… but here I am, longing for the spring, yearning to see its first blossoms, and colours replacing the dullness of black,white and grey..
With love, as always...