Life is always
so full of worrying things
- the cancerous sun.
* * * *
And a half-full one…
The rain had fallen
for day after sodden day
- but the flowers grew still.
Life is always
so full of worrying things
- the cancerous sun.
* * * *
And a half-full one…
The rain had fallen
for day after sodden day
- but the flowers grew still.
September 5, 2008 at 7:08 pm |
Cheers! I’m glad we’re trying this because it certainly stretched me! I’ve just realised that i counted wrongly on my fingers for mine and they are 5 syllables too short. I’ll leave them as they are though!