paint 2 April 24, 2010April 24, 2010 Written by Ishita my idea of getting old involves an endless shadowed wandering the owning of a gramophone; and the luxury of time to set up canvas in yellow fields and paint share Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X More Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading...
I LOVE your poem. It makes me happy
how romantic n beautiful can that be! such romance in old age!