Something told me it was over; Actually It was Etta James. See. When I sensed, You and him kissing. Istanbul Modern walking down the rain poured path, Clear my suede shoes. They´re not blue! No I left them at the causeway between here and now. Soaked Wet Naked We both endedContinue reading “Man Shook!”
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I sit beside the fire and think – Tolkein
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair. I sit beside the fire and think of how the world willContinue reading “I sit beside the fire and think – Tolkein”
Fairy Hanny 