2008/01/18

Crisp Dawn

Friday, January 18, 2008

Night sands past swiftly
The sun rays are radiant,
as the wind howls less
Those morning scents tickle your nose
Fresh coffee, muffin and jam
We face the world paradigm

"The single hour of twenty-four, when crime ceases, debauchery is exhausted and desolation finds shelter." _Benjamin Disraeli