Friday, 4 Jun 2010 | Views [347] | Comments [1]
Travelling with a quietly shifting perspective, A dusty bag of patched up clothes, A flute, some books and worn down boots. Behind me the past, a whispering river Of impressions and memories of thoughts, Ahead the future, the widening ocean of chance, ... Read more >
Friday, 30 Apr 2010 | Views [642]
Who am I, To say what the future holds? For way to way, day to day, Time a rolled up cloth unfolds, Only at the pace I go so, Foot before Foot before Foot. Who am I, To say what lies in the past, For memory my fickle friend, Prefers to change and to ... Read more >
