Ang lamig
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.--Robert Frost
posted by isay at 12:08 PM
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
About Me
- Name: isay
In my dream, I am dreaming like a dreamer.... everything is all about you and me and the world we live in. It is not a perfect world and it's very difficult most of the time, but we manage to reach out, even see and experience things positively most of the time. Life passes us by so quickly, and every chance we get-we try harder to make it work- because life is beautiful and so were YOU and I.
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1 Comments:
Frost is perhaps my favorite poet. I like the way you paired this line here with your illustration.
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