I think I have made up the buffaloes here. I feel their absence so much. You want to make your tranquil morning scenes cloyingly beautiful? You represent.

Making friends in the park. The other day ,as I entered the park gate for my morning walk I suddenly noticed that I had unconsciously turned left to make the usual rounds in the track . I wondered why I unconsciously chose to walk clockwise in the oval shaped jogging track. I found everybody else did the same thing. I therefore made a conscious decision that I would change my routine for a day and walk counterclockwise. Turn out to be my acquaintances.

Poetry posted as and when it happens. Two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. Hail to thee blithe spirit. Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts. Sonnet 130 by william shakespeare. Suckled in a creed outworn. The world is too much with us.

And he looked at his wife, not with a smile now, but with hatred. She glanced at him too, and also with hatred and anger. She knew who would be the first to try and grab her winnings.