Because life is more than a colour! August 16, 2015. Sorry I forgot my memory? Middot; 2 Comments. I walked through the back door where the crew greeted me and started showing me how one would get on the floor and pretend to act like a cat. Ok then its Good old-fashioned Lover By Freddie Mercury and Memory by Elaine Page.

Travels the trajectory to its reception. In the hunger of your open palm. So too may death be. Like oars can cut no scars in water. My pen leaves no marks on paper. Nor will wilderness turn to orchard. Nor wine be pressed from stone. I am a poet stagnated by time. I am 36 years of blank pages. But what does it matter.