Rising sun, morning dim.
Quiet daylight, stirring wind.
Life awakens, day begins.
Race of heart, thought of mind.
Dreams of night left behind.
Flutter of lashes, sigh of content.
Nothing more of life is meant.
"Come as you are, as you were. As I want you to be. As a friend, as a friend. As an old enemy." -Nirvana
Hands
Index
- creative writings (81)
- Dear Reader (1)
- dear shrink (2)
- dreams (2)
- grafitti from facebook (4)
- links (1)
- make up (8)
- music (10)
- photos (5)
- questions (1)
- Quote of the Day (3)
- RIP (1)
- thoughts (35)
- wishlist (2)
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