10 november 2012
A Journeys Log
Each day holds a story all its own.
Before the day is over and forever gone,
A line in the journal will let memory live on.
Was the goal not reached, or a learnng game?
Tomorrow, may not be the same.
Refresh, renew, another time a challenge may tame.
Uncharted waters may lie ahead.
Are there instructions to be read?
The stars guide the compas from overhead.
We may not write the script.
Life may be quite a trip.
May the harbor safely anchor the ship?
22 november 2024
Liście drzew w czerwonychEva T.
21 november 2024
21.11wiesiek
21 november 2024
Światełka listopadaJaga
20 november 2024
2011wiesiek
19 november 2024
Niech deszcz śpiewa ci kołysankę.Eva T.
19 november 2024
1911wiesiek
19 november 2024
Jeden mostJaga
19 november 2024
0011.
19 november 2024
0010.
19 november 2024
0009.