by Stewart Manley
Some things hold, some let go.
Sunlight streams through the hapu‘u,
Warming the cool stillness.
A breeze of reminiscence,
Lasts only to stir forgotten embers,
A time of young dreams. Continue reading
by Stewart Manley
Some things hold, some let go.
Sunlight streams through the hapu‘u,
Warming the cool stillness.
A breeze of reminiscence,
Lasts only to stir forgotten embers,
A time of young dreams. Continue reading