Holiday |
The wandering eye of the dew glistens in the light of the morning sun. Oh how I queare the minutes that go past in an hour. And so I sit here puzzling triffles while clouds above float lazily by. One ...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 23:30:00 GMT |
The wind |
I loved her, my friend the wind. When she was here you could feel her force and relish in it or you could turn away. I liked to stand in the force and see how long I can take it, the wind that is. I l...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Jun 2006 21:38:00 GMT |
exhausted |
have a ever worked so hard that every day just seems to blend in with the rest?
Posted by on Sat, 01 Apr 2006 00:20:00 GMT |
