Miscellaneous:

[shelly]

i reached out for the sun , yet it was too far , i could try for the dark moon , and humm a soft tune . i f i touch the sky the feeling inside might die . id love to go away , but must be saved for another day . the clouds are white but yet if you look they always tell an interesting story . but this time the birds are few , and streets are empty . and soon agian the sun will rise agian , and it will be the same.

[nomadicrhymer]

Shelly, This is beautifully written... lots of introspective feelings and really great demonstration on the search for enlightenment... flows beautifully.

Nomad :beach)