Desert Dawn.

The dawn too is a memory
Of home and of you
The whispers that escape the early mornings
Before life breaks the still of rest
The twilights that drown in the great light
It is calm.
Change does take place
And songs do take you on rides
To yesterdays or hopeful tomorrows
The poet sleeps in the tranquil moments
And stirs to the splashed colors on the canvas that is life
It is beautiful
Through all its brokenness and flaws
It is human
It is life
And it is how you paint it.

-7.OO am.23rdMayO7.

Huhu~ It's been a while....
Today is the day of presentation once again.
Yesterday was a good day--for printing.
: )
It only started pouring as my bus arrived home.
And the breeze for the walk back was so serene.
Emo-ness.
Ha-ha
C h e e r S