All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
A rep from the complaint department.
My Blog
everchanging mood
Daylight turns to moonlight - and I'm at my bestPraising the way it all works - gazing upon the restThe cool before the warmThe calm after the stormI wish to stay forever - letting this be my foodBut ... Posted by on Sat, 01 Apr 2006 22:51:00 GMT
