Monday, September 03, 2007

WAITING...


I felt that I died,
And dead I was,
Being the sacrificial scapegoat,
Now I wait for the resurrection…


Oceanicmirages wait for the resurrection.

Mayfly.

Sun-kissed nights,  run wild and sure mornings, shrouded in grey walk slow,  noons burn high, and so do the hearts. like dawns I linger, lik...