| Jewelry my |
| Jewelry my |


LORELEILORELEILORELEI
You call, I sail with clipper-ship speed: the wind and I drawn by your song - soft as the gentlest zephyr [piccolo, flute, Aeolian harp] and loud as a cumulonimbus crack resistance is futile, nor is it desired
On, on towards the lurking deep where, Davy-Jone'd, the sundered bones lie scattered: my cutter slices through the skin of miles and waves, parts the surf of years and lives, ever on until the ribbed and rocky reef claims another wreck, and at last, lifeless,
I fail to hear the plaintive note imbue your siren son
| Various great stuff that I find thought provoking here at dA. |
Twitter is a free social messaging utility for staying connected in real-time.
JavaScript is required for this module to display correctly.
| 52%
21%
12%
9%
6%
0%
|
--
Member of: ~HRclub *SixbySix ~Fish-lovers
Gallery at Panoramio: [link]
--
* * * */\ * *
* * * /. !\* *
* /\*/ .!. !\* Marc
--
"If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite."
- William Blake
{dC}
--
* * * */\ * *
* * * /. !\* *
* /\*/ .!. !\* Marc
--
my Etsy: [link]
Previous Page12345...Next Page