“In the night, he dreamed about his little flame. It came through the chimney and sat on the ashes in the fireplace." "Who are you?" asked Tim. "I am your little flame you lost." "Hungry and cold, Tim leaned against… — 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
