by Neruda Love Song » Sun Mar 04, 2012 7:49 am
Slightly, Quentin heard the ocean.
"Not many come out here. Being so cold and empty. Not to mention the rocks." He tried to avoid them, but there was still pain radiating through his body.
I have to leave chicken smoothie, but I may check up now and again. Sorry.
God is the greatest artist
To whom no one can compare,
Streaking sunsets very beautiful,
Painting rainbows in the air.
Brushing green the hillside scene,
Blotting blue the sky above,
Splashing flowers 'cross the ground beneath,
Shading white clouds with His glove.
Of the wonders God has made
There is none that is so fair
As the smile He paints upon your face
When you realize He's there.