Comments about BillieAnne McCarthy
Life In My Words
The warm breez brushies my face, the cool waves lapp against my legs as the sand greedely consumes my toes, my feet then ankles.
I hear a bird sing its soft melody of love and joy at being free as I watch the fish shole with amazing blinding colours, swaying one way then another with the grace of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers,
I am complete, I am happy and I am free.
As the day ends and night begins I breath free and easy.