Pure, White Cloud Comments

There is still something special Within my soul That I must not allow The treacherous to kill. - - - yes! let us each guard our souls and keep them, as innocent as possible

Your poetic picture is painted on that pure white cloud. Very touching, Uriah. Warmest regards, Sandra

This is a distinctly enigmatic piece Uriah, written with your usual skill and poetic finesse. A conflict between the higher and lower self, perhaps? Love the cloud metaphor. Warmly, Allie xxxx