“The wind sings of our nostalgia and the starry sky ignores our dreams. Each snow flake is a tear that fails to trickle Silence is full of the unspoken, of deeds not performed, of confessions to secret love, and of… — Margot Bickel Copy Share Image
“A poem by Margot Bickel A little peace within the last hours of the almost bygone day a little silence between the days so… — Margot Bickel Copy Share Image
“The wind sings of our nostalgia and the starry sky ignores our dreams. Each snow flake is a tear that fails to trickle Silence… — Margot Bickel Copy Share Image
