I am but a human, subject to all things in life. I am a dreamer, and last night, I dreamt of you and I, underneath a blanket of stars, counting each one, as it fell. And waiting for ones, that had yet to fall. ~*~ Jill ~*~
I wrote this on 2-1-02. It's my 127th improv.
Beautiful Poem
Beautiful poem.
Beautiful Poem
Beautiful poem.