On a rather torn wall, Charlie Chaplin.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
The Lyrics To This Song: Poem
The Lyrics To This Song
In sunlight, strong or weak; watching a floating leaf;
In rain that wet my head and washed out my eyes
In snow gliding like a ghost
Whenever the wind on the hill blew
And I thought of whatever I knew.
The lyrics to this song
Came to the memory of your glance
I, the poet, the exiled and you
Not knowing where to place me
In your ordered world:
I have nothing in my hands, not even a flower;
Just the love in my heart and all it's power.
Come, walk with me slowly up this slope
Life is so short and I do so much need
Your warm clasping hand
And a little bit of hope.
Copyright: Rani Turton
In sunlight, strong or weak; watching a floating leaf;
In rain that wet my head and washed out my eyes
In snow gliding like a ghost
Whenever the wind on the hill blew
And I thought of whatever I knew.
The lyrics to this song
Came to the memory of your glance
I, the poet, the exiled and you
Not knowing where to place me
In your ordered world:
I have nothing in my hands, not even a flower;
Just the love in my heart and all it's power.
Come, walk with me slowly up this slope
Life is so short and I do so much need
Your warm clasping hand
And a little bit of hope.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Glass Bangles at a Stand
The tinkling sound of glass bangles is lovely. Women who wear them, the simplest of them look so feminine.
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