Dancing with Fate

My life has become an endless dance with Fate I bow and she curtsies, her smile is somewhat mischievous Then, with a could hand, she takes my arm I try to lead, as it is proper I should, but her grip is strong and she twirls beyond my control She spins faster and faster and …

Colors: Blue

A soft-lighted day, breezy and mild, completed with the bleating of sheep. Smooth pebbles on the sand, stray strings and little fluffy clouds. The knoll is quite round and we sit on the very top as you play with a piece of my hair. Seagulls, wheat fields, and Dorothy from The Wisard of Oz. You think …