'neath the willow by the star studded lake
overlooking deep mountain flickering...
Distant drum beats a thousand cries over the hills
as I trace footprints to the past of bare men...
Here in my heart, throbs your beat
gentle, calm, peaceful...
Are you there among the bushes
carefree, caring less...
There she blows......
Twitching,twisting...
If truth hurts, lies stabs! |
Bread, butter and jam are not enough for life.You need herbs and spices too! |
History is but a mystery.......... |