obsessively compulsively creative. getting better every day.
Past slow streams and paddy plains,A gentle breeze, the drizzling rain;A blue-bird tries catch-up in vain,To a soulful beat, my rocking train
Earth’s warmer,People colder.Compassion rarer,Crimes bolder.Love’s in a corner,Hate running over.
Waiting for the night to wake up to a dawn,For the morning mist to make dew with the lawn,To glimpse the chirping thrush, strut…