Simplicity
Apr 10, 2024
Barefoot.
on dew-kissed grass,
the simple joy.
of morning’s touch.
In this breath,
a universe unfolds –
silent, profound,
Call in mind,
in being small,
we cling to the boundless.
Written by Miguel Santiago
In the silent voices of my heart, I walk alone, where shadows weep and dreams lay shattered, like remnants of a storm long past.