Dinesh's photos with the keyword: Bradely

Sans Telephone

www.youtube.com/watch?v=DL7CklKfxa4 SOMETHING there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. Excerpt: "Mending wall" ~ Robert Frost HWW, have a great Wednesday

............................ I said that the leaf may destory the bud; what's fertile falls in fallow soil--a dud; that on the flat field, the unshadowed plain nature spills the seeds of trees in vain. I sit by the window. Hands lock my knees. My heavy shadow's my squat company. My song was out of tune, my voice was cracked, but at least no chorus can ever sing it back. That talk like this reaps no reward bewilders no one--no one's legs rest on my sholders. I sit by the window in the dark. Like an express, the waves behind the wavelike curtain crash. Excerpt: "I sit by the window" ~ Joseph Brodsky