tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15619826.post113614969430592261..comments2023-04-29T02:32:42.775-07:00Comments on COME OUT OF YOUR SHELL: My friends!Nannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13062852350261029547noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15619826.post-1136306990113492822006-01-03T08:49:00.000-08:002006-01-03T08:49:00.000-08:00Thanks my friends!Thanks my friends!Nannihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13062852350261029547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15619826.post-1136287215059556902006-01-03T03:20:00.000-08:002006-01-03T03:20:00.000-08:00Do you believe in the amazing - I do! I travelled ...Do you believe in the amazing - I do! I travelled into uni by bus this morning (Tuesday 3 January) around 10:15 to take books back to library. I saw you, Yegi, in the grey rain, waiting to cross the road. I wanted to bang on the window, but I respect your need to concentrate on your exams. But do take care. I was so happy to SEE you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15619826.post-1136279729454617692006-01-03T01:15:00.000-08:002006-01-03T01:15:00.000-08:00I'll be there for you Diamond Lady, my special Per...I'll be there for you Diamond Lady, my special Persian friend.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15619826.post-1136202791947194722006-01-02T03:53:00.000-08:002006-01-02T03:53:00.000-08:00would only wish for the place among your friends.....would only wish for the place among your friends..<BR/><BR/>It has been a long cold time, winds and rain, and geese.<BR/>The last glance I was shown a smile, both busy both not alone.<BR/>a desire to talk, but fear removes my lips, my words.<BR/><BR/>Not sure what my steps will be, where they will lead.<BR/><BR/>I dance around subjects like a master of the flamenco.<BR/>Whirrling away and returning.<BR/>I sometimes forget that i am falling away<BR/>Falling towards<BR/>falling for<BR/>I remember simple things, and build dreams on such imaginings, as atouch, a carsees, a smile, a glance a..<BR/>but what did we do, what did I think, what do we want.<BR/>Sparkles dance in my minds eye, and I question the ability of myself to dance away..<BR/>To take the steps towards the other, towards the future. or towards another future.<BR/>Or do I exist in my heart, imagined the chances.<BR/>I am but a man, a drifting dreaming wandering man.<BR/>in wonder with a beautiful soulAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com