'tis coming, my sweet angelic destiny.
the thrush bird sings prettily.
hoping for a whisper,
a dream,
a song,
and rings.
with jewels
as bright as angelic destiny's eyes.
8.18.00
sld
:oP
:oP
been thinking about moving. not sure where i want to go, but i want to at least visit somewhere for a while. i need a change. glen thinks thats why i…