Goodness gracious, where am I
Given a name, no one to call,
Vacant dreams keep you awake,
Unaware of the be wilderness,
That surrounds you in this ever glorious cloud,
Clouds of dust.
Prettier than that blue eyed girl,
Fooling you with its iniquitous ways.
Stranded on a lonely beach
Its just you and that blue eyed girl
In a world of malicious realities ……..
He smiles, the mysterious man, Tremors of waves crash deep inside His face covered in black and white. The joy reaps around Mysterious cri...
The events that unfolded over the two weeks in the first half of February last year will forever be etched in my mind. Events the altere...