No internet. No constant distractions. Summers outdoors. Books on paper. Hand-written letters. When your friend moved far away, you became...Pen Pals. Maybe you wrote to a kid in another country... Go back in time with us.
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
Poem - Only Over The Moon...
Only Over The Moon...
Height plays on the wind,
Agile interplay of darkness and soft light,
Above the glassy waves that ripple,
The fluctuating depths,
Which is the link that binds us all.