Tamara Willems

sometimes it’s a whisper…

They speak to me of love

of life

of colour and texture

of light

and freedom

of fresh air and soft breezes

of dew drops

and

rain

of faces turned to sunshine

and heads bowed

in

peace

of all the beauty to be found

in

becoming

and  then when it is time

in

going

still

they speak to me

of

love

…  sometimes it’s a whisper  ♥

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