in front of the fireplace I fall asleep and dream of snow that will come upon me
ink on paper, yellow lamplight glows above; light wind and stars
“Not enough hours in a day” – for slaving to the system? no, thank you, go away!
all day, all day long I wait for few minutes of romance to share… that someone wasn’t there…
some people buy lovely little houses but overlook the fact their ego can’t fit in