A Peacock in a forest of trees so high, dances in its bluish magnificence - the long glittering tail spreads like a fan and the crown, like tiny flowers offered to the Gods, sparkle in the dainty Sun. But women who chop off their glistening hair! *** Art by Christy Freeman
I see your arrival in the molten gold that the sun spreads like a carpet on the sea. you gently sail - a little help from the wind - the seabirds your spectator.