In the stillness of a summer dawn, when the dew is fresh on blades of grass, I catch a glimpse of a world at peace. A bird flutters, a leaf whispers, the sun stretches its golden fingers and the day begins.
- Dora Male
In the stillness of a summer dawn, when the dew is fresh on blades of grass, I catch a glimpse of a world at peace. A bird flutters, a leaf whispers, the sun stretches its golden fingers and the day begins.