2002-01-22 03:20:50Fiddler
Mumbling
Every month has its Moon...
And each Book, its beginning?
Every candle, a soft wick ready to burn?
And each sweet apple its nest of seeds?
The Bamboo, their final resting blossom in autumn?
Every storm its time to rant?
And each pain its bright moment of pleasure?
Every month has its Moon?
~~Fiddler 01/21/2002
And each Book, its beginning?
Every candle, a soft wick ready to burn?
And each sweet apple its nest of seeds?
The Bamboo, their final resting blossom in autumn?
Every storm its time to rant?
And each pain its bright moment of pleasure?
Every month has its Moon?
~~Fiddler 01/21/2002