Combed through trees the wind brings secret motion. The sun rising in the eye of a silver needle brings a golden rush. The sea’s message, a rhapsody, brings the aria of taut rigging, set sails, and the hopeful voices of men in search of land.
16 Saturday Nov 2013
même pas juste un “voyager,” mais un voyageur français! beautiful imagery…i don’t know how you can take your reader to so many different places.