lets dive right in...i have been compared to a merlin *hmmm* and am a strange little person asking for a discussion on the food that we could not live without: poetry!1 i am in love with music, it seems to be everyone's first love. in another world,perhaps, i would have loved to be part of a band of strolling players, entertaining the rich and the poor wandering the roads. add a few quirks and the occasional scottish accent impression, and that's me!1 |
There are clouds,
The iron eyes of the gods...
The last lines
lay you bare...
Before we take this ride and let it slide
Into the cracks where fall and winter collide...
The future is pounding
at the door...
I'm finding it hard
to freeze-frame this year...
I stepped across the old pebbles, the trail is...
of echoes of half-grown footfalls...
The world a blurry motley
Cd holder of...
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