Posted by: kyramas on: November 5, 2009
years to love
years in pain
years wasted
years to loathe
years awaited
years fulfilled
years enjoyed
years to feel
Posted by: kyramas on: August 11, 2009
From The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
The moving Moon went up the sky.
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside-
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)
Posted by: kyramas on: April 24, 2009
Posted by: kyramas on: September 13, 2008
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