Thoughts, feelings, words. Here, Where He Waits. The soft rolls of green. Sway like the tips of boats,. Or ripple like pond water. Green, billowing, a soft pillow. For the white tummies of does. It folds and curves to the horizon until it. Slouched in the shade of the Climbing Tree,. He stares, waiting, for the strict sun to meet the earth. Here he feels the wind as though diving. Through the crisp, pellucid pond. Here, where time slows.

Upgrade to paid account! Inside An Empty Glass. And a sheer lack of Okami. Though I imagine a lot of you were rather tired of my eccentric tendencies for that particular fandom.

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Poetic creations from a Creative Mind. This new year has begun. Are you content to let the last year pass. Never think on it again. Was your 2014 full of ups. Things you want to remember and forget. Until you wake a breath. At the loss of another year. Sober and sane from the mundane. Back to what may be.

Mes passions, moi, mes delires, mes potes, rien de plus. Abonne-toi à mon blog! Mon frere et moi. on est au couleures de LOM au cas ou vous ne lauriez pas remarqué et moi au couleure des south winners.