goldenlangur Posted November 14, 2010 Share Posted November 14, 2010 Last things Lace of white under rain clouds - a strand of hope. The storm then hits the ground booms in the valley, drums the tin roof. At last light the frenzy of birds. A sharpness to their notes, fury in their dash home. The trees become a distant line. Eyes flick out light. Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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