Yet another rain drop, but its my lens to the world.
Sweet when it rains, salty when it flows over the soil of time.
Chronicles an alluvium of nostalgia and scars.
My home in the virtual world, I fondly call it, The White Bougainvillea.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Dreams are overrated. They vanish at dawn leaving you tongue-tied. (c)hp.
