#70385 by Chippy
Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:07 pm
Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:07 pm
Tired of my acquiescence I sit like a humble bee waiting for warmth, a breeze, something!
Naught of where I live nor my being heralds anything new but there is new.
Or........
Perhaps like a Moth with crystalline skin I seek sheltered glade, in sunlight and away from madding crowd, though I seek them.
Days come, days go.
Chipfryer (c) 2009
Naught of where I live nor my being heralds anything new but there is new.
Or........
Perhaps like a Moth with crystalline skin I seek sheltered glade, in sunlight and away from madding crowd, though I seek them.
Days come, days go.
Chipfryer (c) 2009