So, I’ve got thousands of chats going, some music needs to be slung on and you know what? I’m happy. For the first time in ages, I’m happy. I don’t know if it’s because it was a good day today, or if it’s to do with the fact that I’ll be talking with a very special friend soon.Today was pretty good. It was too fragging hot, but still was pretty good. I went to the shop and got a bargain. Of course, I should say that I act...
A trio of poems about my favourite drinks, first Tea:A cup of tea,is a labour of love,boil the kettle,warm the pot...A spoonful of leaves,One for each personand another for the pot,it really requires very little thought,but a lot of love.Infuse infuse, for five minutes or more,it really never is a chore.The satisfaction of a lovely cup,is that "aah" at the endand the warm feeling deep inside...a cup of tea, a labour of lo...
I O unceasing rain! You fill me with foreboding, As I lie awake All through the haunted hours That precede the golden dawn.II On the warm beach sand A spider’s trail meanders, A lone hunter’s path, Obscured by the summer breeze, Lost amidst the sighing dunes.III Pale chrysanthemum, Heavy with the autumn dew, For whom do you mourn? Will not the sun embrace you Come the promised break of dawn?IV A fallen willow Covered by t...
