The events of the last couple of days as seen through the eyes of William Butler Yeats:
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.
...The Second Coming - WB Yeats
no words. brilliant pic.
simply beautiful
beauty!
Kewl pic ... LoV.iT
beautiful!!!
This song's quite apt:
He sees the stormy anger of the world
And wants no part of it at all
And as the weeping leaves of autumn curl
He feels the savage winter call
See far below the dust of conflict settles on the hill
Where there was no escape before
And as he spreads his wings and soars up to another level
He brings the icy prophecies of war --- Black Crow, Jamiroquai
's true, dear Elias. True indeed.
doper'licious!!
very nysh..
tricked me.
Beautiful!
Love the colours!
I like this photograph.
tricked you into what ngujaz?
