So much beauty, joy and yes – love – that four-letter word, which our weary hearts become too cynical of. Let’s never get so weary that we can no longer see, touch, hear and feel the beauty of this life, this world. The beauty within ourselves and within each other. Nameste. xx

Richard M. Ankers - Author

The day seeks to burn its memory into our souls

Setting fire to the oncoming dusk

Scorching a trench of light between it and the gloaming

It is a reminder to the darkness that it is powerless

Incapable of resisting all that it means to GLOW

And that despite those few hours of night

A new day burns just over the horizon

Image courtesy Michelle Marie

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