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
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Smallest House in Paris
The smallest house in Paris as seen from the Seine.
Love it! My wife and I used to live in the smallest house in my home town, until we sold it a few years ago. Since simplicity is my ideal in life, I always felt very happy living there.
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