through the window pane;
a child so part of nature,
forming a beautiful picture,
within the garden,
like the Eden.
An air of freshness
perfumed the environment,
the truth of being a child
is immense joy and learning.
My Blog where some of my journals, poetry, thoughts are exhited.
I watched her play
through the window pane; a child so part of nature, forming a beautiful picture, within the garden, like the Eden. An air of freshness perfumed the environment, the truth of being a child is immense joy and learning. I welcome constructive but not rude comments.
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AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |