A poem, by David BianchetThe water spills, my heart fills. Separate are we, though, The water is finite.
Brother sent a couple more pics Pretty buildings, eh? It would be easy to share the exact opposite of such splendor by just taking some snaps of the place here, but y'all aren't my enemies so thou art spared ....;)
Do you ever feel like people in general are less forgiving with you than you are with them?I feel like I always let things go. Like I don’t care if you’re hair is greasy sometimes, or you got pimples, or you’re a bit sweaty today… But God forbid anyone should let me be human in peace.
There once was a man from Nantucket: A poem, by David Bianchet.There once was a man from Nantucket who didn't care for rhymes. He kept his worries in a pail, not a bucket.
The Woman's LoveA woman’s love is morning light, soft and warm and shining bright. It finds a man when days feel long, and gently turns his sigh to song. Where once he walked with hurried pace, the world a dull and restless place, her smile appears, and suddenly... See More »
