Thursday, November 30, 2006
@6:24 PM
Monday, 16 October 2006
Like a wandering breeze
You come and go
Your form shifts and bends
Enveloping every single soul.
A glance lasts and eternity
An eternity of love and loss
What wrong it there to want
The fire that burns ever more?
Scorn not thy rogue who offers his bleeding heart
For a heart that bleeds white tears
Shalt have no other want
But the fair breeze.
Thank you, VW.
You've got really beautiful handwriting,
I could fall for it.
