Salman Rushdie

A book is a version of the world. If you do not like it, ignore it; or offer your own version in return.
Salman Rushdie (1947 - ), O Magazine, April 2003

misty winter sunshine
breaks through the decayed ecru lace.







swirling feathers and snowflakes in the air
make you long for snow before winter is
over.

rememberance

lost by ~Moonfant on deviantART


worthless
treasures
by
the
opulent
sea

nyw

I
wish


(to find)



(for)



(you)
..
warm friends
luck in finding time
serenity for your soul
peace with your friends
contentment of life
fulfillment of midnight dreams
blooming gardens
overweight happiness
and little dismay living in you attic, that which starves, because cannot find fear or worry in your haven.