Writing and Important Stuff
I was like the day and she was like the night.
We spent our times waiting for each other
Meeting in secret, only at twilight.
Godless, not Gourdless
Poised for the day ahead.
Such a simple life.
But it is his.
He doesn’t hop.
He shuffles along the sand.
Hasn’t a care in the world.
Wake me up, O heavenly peace
And catch the sun’s morning kiss
Past the moon’s evening breeze
And make up for yesterday I’ve missed
The night is over… 51 more words
Am I the only one who thinks it’s an impossible task? Why it don’t last? Is that too much to ask?
From now on… 95 more words
Carra Lucia Books
It’s autumn, and not only the leaves are dying but the love too.
Un cheval s’écroule au milieu d’une allée
Les feuilles tombent sur lui…
At least when
I’ll have something
to write about.
Feed|the|feesh Michael Layao