I disappear into the wild,
as it calls my name.
Wandering,
through days.
Exploring,
a life fulfilled.
~Mark Schutter ©2015
Similar Posts
Art | God | Photograph | Poetry
dusty rain falls …
dusty rain falls onto blazing fires heavy smoke bleeds over the dusk muted moonlight streams cast dark shadows…
Your Image…
The images of those we have lost remain etched in our minds of how they were, not how…