Walking through rose gardens
laid out perfectly, by many gardeners. Only public places and rich people can afford such luxury. My poor garden suffers from neglect. Only age and time can change it. Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, July 3, 2005
Blues and Red Roses
Wine and sunny afternoons, Hugs and kisses and drunken picnics, Full of wine and lust. Where did all the pleasure go? Walking through the park high on life. Skipping down the sidewalk like a child. Being in love with love and with you. I may be an old man but with you I am young. Your youth and full... Sign in to see full entry.