In the dark,
She dreams of an art.
Endlessly searching,
Timelessly dreaming.
In the dark,
She hopes for a park.
Grasses evergreen,
Lusciousness gleam.
In the dark,
She prays very hard.
For a time,
To be defined.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
The Fortress
When a heart is insecure,
A fortress built as it endures,
All pain within the mighty walls,
Thus high it stays away from all.
With warmth things turns around,
Heart opens up to that surround;
Explores recklessly it does,
The joy outside here it must.
-- A rare sleepless night, 12 July 0630, photo courtesy of PS, from Salzburg, of the Salzburg fortress
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
FOOD...
A very touching present..
Monday, June 1, 2009
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