Time is sleeping.
Sand will be the last thing remaining,
Sand that covers planets,
Reflected moonbeams in the sand.
Sand is crumbled mountains and the remains of all that existed.
Sand is soft and white, kissing your foot like clean water.
There is a precise total for all the grains of sand on earth,
As well as for the starry worlds above our heads
(supposedly the same for each, if only we knew it),
But it’s more important to know that the grains of sand
Grow constantly in number and the deserts are getting bigger
And the stars are biding their time.
(Peter Waters)
Time is slow, time is fast.
It never stops, but it always lasts.
It's time for be
It's that one special day created with you,
When wishes rain in for the year coming new.<
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affecti
Your charming smile unlocks the door of my heart…
Your gentle touch
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
Give me your loving,
give me your heart,
give me everything we won't be apart.
I knew the day we met
That we were meant to be.
I knew our fate was set,
Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
