The Random Clock
death dancing memories Darkness is a shroud, kept out by the light, that rings my world, this peaceful night. Quietly I sit, and contemplate, the...
death dancing memories Darkness is a shroud, kept out by the light, that rings my world, this peaceful night. Quietly I sit, and contemplate, the...
Sometime riches we have are but memories of time since past. Sometimes memories of times since past are like gold dust blown in the wind....
Idea Growing Thoughts come and go but never stay, they are all too fleeting to hold and bind, a mind too frail to put them...
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