a random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of... well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry.
Sunday, 10 August 2008
Poem for 08-08-08
We may not be where we expected; Each new day, a new surprise. All those dreams in eyes reflected Like newborn suns, our futures rise. They shine with all those plans, perfected, Happiness spread across the skies.