I am an artisan of words Which I sculpt, chisel and fashion the way I can; I am a creator of worlds; I pour my emotion into the poems I write. I breathe life into them, blow them skywards And finish them only when they sound right.
These remnants of thought without reason Will remain on pages season after season Long after I'm gone; when my task is done The love, the longing, the pain Will be evoked then by somebody else Who in turn will remember and write again To create another slow soft song That people can read and draw into their hearts Then pillowed by words, cushioned by dreams My poems will ride high the moonbeams.
Copyright: Rani Turton 2007
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Lovely face on bench
This lovely face is one end of a bench at the courts, Paris. The whole effect is extremely elegant and pleasing to the eye.
This lovely face is one end of a bench at the courts, Paris. The whole effect is extremely elegant and pleasing to the eye.
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