who knows... could be... perhaps soon...
I stand alone and listen to the tune the cold wind murmurs outside. perhaps jelaous of the warmth that hugs my room All night long I listen to it and to the rain tapping sad lonely melodies upon my window's glass while the sea down below, whipped into a frenetic trance sends its waves to caress the empty shore and rhythmically, continuously, at its edge dances, sometimes reaching deep, further inland. others barely touching the thisty sand of the coastline that separates the ocean from what once... Sign in to see full entry.