Rasse's Whisperings of Simplicity

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The Skater

There blows a sharp, cold winter breeze and through the peaceful snow wrapped trees, upon a gentle, frozen pond the skater glides with knowing ease. Across the ice her being flies, while silver skates sing lullabies. Just how can she see love in this do wonder cold, blind passers by. Against the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

I am A Writer

I am a writer... and writers write. Misunderstood, but that's alright. There is a peace, chaos unraveled in choosing the road that is rarely traveled. Sign in to see full entry.

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