The Simple Ways
I adore the rustic old coffee shops, With mismatched plates & tea cups. The aroma of books and sweets, Soothed & enchanted with rainy days & loud thunderstorms. B&B's with porches, Wool blankets & rocking chairs, Soothed with the Grandfather's clocks ticking of the hourly hand. Waking early to watch the sunrise, It's the simplest pleasures in this life that make it bitter sweet. Life dosnt have to be complexed, To be beautiful and complete.