“Anna looking out of the window, over summer's meadow. Mornings become cool, the autumn comes to rule." "One night sitting by the light of the moon, she hears a voice whispering like a tune. She looks up to the sky… — Silvia Marsz Copy Share Image
“He asked him to be his friend, someone who would be there until the end. But Sir Tulip gave him the snob. A feeling… — Silvia Marsz Copy Share Image
“The frog's tongue rolled out, but the butterfly was not to be caught.” — Silvia Marsz Copy Share Image
“If you want something as good as money, Mr. Bee gave him the freshiest honey.” — Silvia Marsz Copy Share Image
“Good morning sky," responded the little stream. "How beautiful and blue you are today." "Yes, I am," responded the beautiful sky. I stand high… — Silvia Marsz Copy Share Image
“In the night, he dreamed about his little flame. It came through the chimney and sat on the ashes in the fireplace." "Who are… — Silvia Marsz Copy Share Image
“Anna looking out of the window, over summer's meadow. Mornings become cool, the autumn comes to rule." "One night sitting by the light of… — Silvia Marsz Copy Share Image
