Lasla's original poetry, prose and short stories. for Thursday, January 24, 2008

What do we have time for in love? Time of truth Times of hate Times of crying Times of joy Times of sorrow Times to think Times to perish Times to thrive Times to love What time do we have left? Love makes the tides rise and fall Into an endless ocean of emotions. All of these are what creates love.... Sign in to see full entry.

A maiden's garden blossoms Her chaste is spent A gardener plants his seeds His children grow inside This secret garden of delight Crows "caw" to the wind In the loss of the once forbidden delight The Gardener is now a King In his own right but His crown has fallen Resting at his feet His strife... Sign in to see full entry.