paint 2 April 24, 2010April 24, 2010 Written by Ish 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 shareClick to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
I LOVE your poem. It makes me happy
how romantic n beautiful can that be! such romance in old age!