Though storms may rock harbour waters, she gives surety that they resettle with ease.
The harbour in every weather bequeaths its protective shelter, keeping safe each entrusted vessel.
In the harbour of the tranquil day, both rock and water sunlit and warm, there is time no clock may measure, for this is the realm of dreams.
In the harbour, in the dappled light of the olive trees, are the sweetest hues of blue and green, the hues that give such life to my daydreaming.
Keep track of your favorite writers on Descriptionari
We won't spam your account. Set your permissions during sign up or at any time afterward.