
” He himself simulated a painting, weathered to perfection so fine,
And the seasoned strokes from his fingers, were the deepest hues of sunshine.”
Simi

” He himself simulated a painting, weathered to perfection so fine,
And the seasoned strokes from his fingers, were the deepest hues of sunshine.”
Simi

“The sails go smoothly with the wind, with the arms open wide,
They have no fear where it takes them, calm sea or high tide.
That’s how the life is, simple and vivacious,
Just let yourself be, stand tall and gracious.”
Simi