I've got less & less inspiration. That makes my poems shorter & I think that's what I find annoying. Not so much the length, just the lack of... anything really. I've been stuck in a rut for almost a month now.
945 posted on 07/21/2004 2:22:39 PM PDT by Darkchylde
(Beware: An army of angry flies are descending upon a soup near you.)
May the sweet aroma of Lily of the Valley fill your dreams caress your face tenderly lull you to sleep in the safety of knowing love...
~ Dream a Little ~ Love a Lot ~
I remember the color your hair was... the color of spiced rum With memories of you walking without me in gentle oriental rain Left me with dreams of being lost in your embrace. The peace in your eyes shone through I was lost, lost in your eyes ..........lost in your embrace... Dreams of you at Indian Twilight...