December 2009
45 posts
If I had a world of my own everything would be...
If you only could see me now Who gave her soul to you and how That dumpling girl who gave her all Would follow you through any wall The healing years have flown between Our parting, hopeless yet serene In essence, as through scalding tears That soul has grown and lost its fears This dumpling’s now a luscious prune Who dances to an inner tune I flourish in this sunset hour If you could only see me...
The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The...
– Albert Einstein