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The building theswinging of doors many labor here for money and taste of bread Life and its games ups and downs can wear on th..

you are the step to my dream my wings flutter my dear stranger Are you not tired of being alone have not seen the glow of my essen..

The breath of October embraces the countryside the bicycle tires awaken the horned toad he scurries from the trail As I reac..

My Lord It was so long ago Yet it feels like today I can still smell the scent the ocean upon the breeze Taste and feel the ma..

Lip color pink Soft, warm Inviting like a peach hanging up on the tree The first of the season Picked in the warmth noonday su..

Sounds of time in a distant clutter of the dark night my children they laugh they cry but there life does not touch mine ..

For those who know the forging of metal powered by the engine of human flesh the rhythm of the wheels they can speak to the so..

Well last Wednesday morning I traveled down to the big city of Pueblo Colorado, to take a few pictures of some upholstery fabrics. By ab..

What is the movement, what is this time, shadows dancing in this moment… of mine, glasses sparkling in moon dipped rhymes, I sit a..

Some fantasies of life seem to live on today like a hundred years ago may be more how many sweet frog did you meet today ..