When tomorrow came
Twisted between the sands
Weathering the seas, surviving
Gasping for breath
The sun will come out again
I say what I can, not what I think. I might be what you think, but I do not think what you might.
Twisted between the sands
Weathering the seas, surviving
Gasping for breath
The sun will come out again
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i*maginate
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11:26 PM
5 comments:
Neat.
Nicely turned, and welcome back! Thanks for the wake up call at the Para. I've been dormant too long. But I've only just come back to the Middle East a couple of days ago.
Thanks, alexander. I like your name on my blog. Are you a descendant of Alexander the Great by any chance?
*paraglider...glad my last comment on your blog made sense ;-) Were you skiing in the Hebrides? Look forward to your next posts. Hope your time abroad was fruitful, and welcome back to the ME.
Wonderful.
Thank you very much, *destitute rebel - your comment is much appreciated. :)
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