Randy Crawford, Now we may begin ’80
One day I’ll fly away
Leave your love to yesterday
What more can your love do for me?
When will love be through with me?
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends
Randy Crawford, Now we may begin ’80
One day I’ll fly away
Leave your love to yesterday
What more can your love do for me?
When will love be through with me?
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends
Fiction, thoughts and essays.
Never rust.
Crafting my thoughts into poetry and prose.
Zomaar wat
- Si crea ciò che il cuore pensa - @ElyGioia
Fort Worth Camera Club
All about Life
Poetry, fiction
Photography by Michael Randall
secondlife, fashion, beauty, lingerie...
Photography is the Art of Exposing your Soul
23 years old girl travelling solo on a motorcycle.
haiku + images
A dedication to Hipstamatic
Adventures in life from the Sunshine State to the Golden Gate
waphco wandering photons collector
(Naked, Introspective, Outward-Looking, Exposed... A Work In Progress, Nonlinear...)
