Rushing...flying the miles between us

Thursday, July 26, 2012 , , 1 Comments

Leaping the hurdles,
Rushing the miles,
Through the nightn
Riding towards my light....

Waiting for the dawn
When my Sun stretches his crimson arms,
Standing on my toes,
Ready to get soaked....

The quick dip from the Sea,
Am sure would make you hungry,
Here I am stretching my arms free,
For you to drink, eat and be merry.


Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

1 Candles:

is this the one.. somewhere i read about a rich baritone voice.. it was nice.. dont remember it..

good one..

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