"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Is this a liquor to sip or?
A scent to adore?
Is it a remembrance of lusty times
Or a scent of rosemary thymes?
Or is it love scented fragments Of golden hued moments