Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind nor tide nor sea; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For lo! My own shall come to me --
by John Burroughs
Friday, November 18, 2005
Yearning for magic again...
Yearning for magic again... Dreaming of ----- again... Riding the wings of desire Flying away from pain...
Riding the wings of desire, flying away from pain, Life is a beautiful game.
