hour_meaningless Traveller Still voices cannot deceive, an exhausted morning with lith still filtering through the shades. Her voice has not imagined that you want her. She only wants the new landscape to be tended. When the bed has been laid upon, She imagines the future. All her heart she waits for the full meal. She suspends the wait for you, and replaces it with a lost vision. So say goodbye to her dreams. 081030 ... In_Bloom Beautiful 081030 ... Death of a Rose come traveller, be back in the fold of my mind again. . 130614 what's it to you? who go blather from