A quietness so still it can be heard
A scent so clean it can’t be missed
A hue so white it covers
A beauty so deep it pierces with
A gentleness so large as to expand one’s heart.
"Writing … is discovering." Frost
A quietness so still it can be heard
A scent so clean it can’t be missed
A hue so white it covers
A beauty so deep it pierces with
A gentleness so large as to expand one’s heart.