Friday, August 21, 2009
"Each day brings 86,400 seconds. Whatever isn't used is gone forever.”
Crimson Folds The pleated morning sky in all its rapture and solemn sway tempers my confusion or weariness blows softly on the dregs and dust of my discontent There, in the benevolence of a sun-kissed morn, my woes are forfeited to the sounds of the world awakening In tiptoe and hush I smile at the...
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