Crossing my fingers,Until a wish will come true, Frosty breeze, yuletide cheers, Let the nightingale sing, Say I...
under the surreal starry skywhen candle building lightsdance like evening daffodilswaiting for us to make a wisha dream...
Young Campbell ©2009
We meet again! my sincerest apologies for my sudden absence without prior notice. I left my life in Philippines and flew to Sydney for bigger and greater that it could hopefully offer.
Lost Pages of my photographs and poetry, and you found it. Read more
