Monday, July 11, 2011
These are a few quotes I received recently from a Capricorn friend.
What a chase of spins this thought with two hearts holding hands through us on the moonlit evenings and the mornings when city and sea take shape from dark while the nightingale sings.
The vain beauty cares most for the conquest which employed the whole artillery of her charms.
Beautiful may be the lies from the deceiver's lips, but when revelation descends with full force, his grossness is undraped.
Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface is as the tossing buoy that betrays where the anchor is hidden.