Musings

Written for my muse, wherever she may be:

The muse has come and gone,
And yet the willow weeps.
What can I say to her,
When sadness slowly creeps?

Serendipity, come find me again. :(

Finished Reading:

"On Her Majesty's Secret Service" by Ian Fleming
"Indecent Proposal" by Jack Engelhard

Currently Reading:

"Simulcron-3" by Daniel F. Galouye
"The Line of Beauty" by Alan Hollinghurst