3:30 on a Sunday Afternoon
A touch of sun beams overheadall is quiet and peaceful
nothing disturbs its tranquility
God has blessed the day
and I am content with the world
3:30 on a Sunday Afternoon
A touch of sun beams overheadPoetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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