Tag: colour

They tell us what they want us to know, and that’s little enough
In truth, I was made to sing for kings and high lords
He had made up his mind. He was not going to be afraid
Gone Fishing
He suddenly felt vulnerable, and mortal
We’ve something you’re going to want to see
I think you’ve covered all my points
Well, she can be awfully harsh with him as well
He should have made someone pay attention
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And yes, I am wondering too, if and when yesterday’s posts and comments will be restored ;-)
Why are you looking in the mirror?
This is how it has to be
And Now for Something Completely Different …
I stopped and tried to get my breath
The whole place had the fragrance of oolong
You see them when they’re leading up to something
And Now for Something Completely Different
One wrong move and you’re dead
Greens and blues and reds, whirling and cracking
It’s a loop and you gotta do something to get out of it
He wasn’t angry about going home anymore
She makes everyone around her crazy
He sometimes goes off without telling anyone
This story is not your life
No hard feelings? What could ever be harder than feelings?
One could not help being charmed and wishing him well in his little adventure
The southbound train from Paris was the one we had always taken from time immemorial
It is a town perceived as an aging beauty, wearing a fabulous fur coat that smells ridiculously of spilt martinis and tater tots
Now then, mind telling me who you are and what you’re doing here?
She thought she had all the answers now
Quite! Enough! Photographs! For one day! Thank you!
It’s always better to make people think you have nothing at all
Reality was the ultimate bulldozer
Gone fishing
It was hot, with a gritty desert wind hard to breathe in
I was prepared for I didn’t know what
You are my face; I am you
There was nowhere else gracefully to go
And you have never before asked me where I was going when I left the house
Freedom was what they sought. Struggle was what they had lived through
For him the green of the field was a magic light
Life had moved on and left you behind floundering in its wake
Come here. I want to show you something
I just want to get out alive and breathing
Through the blast of the gun and the picking of his pocket he slept like a baby
Look out, womens. Here he come. Huh!
We felt afraid
She thought no poem she’d ever read had been so beautiful
None of that was the worst, though