When my heavens were turned to blood,
When the dark had filled my day,
Furthest, but most faithful, stood
That lone star I cast away.
I had loved myself, and I
Have not lived and dare not die.
“Once in life I watched a star; but I whistled her to go.”
- THE MAN WHO WAS KIPLING
More than any other medium… fiction mirrors truth… the reality of my times… so I write fiction.
Saturday, April 04, 2009
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