For the sake of old times…
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my jo, for auld lang syne, we’lltak’…
Of what we ride…
The surest thing there is is we are riders, And though none too successful at it, guiders, Through everything presented, land and tide And now the very air, of what…
The day the Sky set Paris on fire…
The day the Sky set Paris on fire began like any other. And just like any other, most people forgot about the Sky.
Before and after morning…
“How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself…
My neighborhood in Autumn…
It is deep autumn My neighbor How does he live, I wonder. ~Basho Stay tuned… -Noah D.