Sketchbook

You are a soul...

unseen fingers, like idle breeze...

Every leaf speaks bliss to me...

Hasten, hasten, Glory of Heaven...

As the earth brings forth its sprouts...

The sweetest thing in all my life...

the only happiness with which our souls can be satisfied...

the color green...

We need to clean our windows...

It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike...