A poem

A woman in my dreams,
a trance of pure despair
to regret but to be
made of air.
A bubble but so light
to float upon the sky
an horizon so bright
makes me die.
My shadow is but sewed
like flesh onto the ground
the web of which will catch
of your voice but a sound.
To dream and just to stay
of pure love as today
would swallow a heart made
of flesh mixed up with clay.

Um .... Welcome to TalkFreelance?

i am in here,
but am not here,
i am clearly there,
but not in there,
your curious really,
of why i replied,
to your welcome,
with my own,
curiousally confusing poem.
but it's simple really,
to see why i did,
i am bored,
easy as that.
so when i'm bored,
i play here,
away from the usuals,
away from the flames,
because you know,
us admins really,
attract that all day.
so i welcome you,
to our forum,
i'm sure you'll love,
all we offer.


Welcome!

Theres a reason why I'm in design and computers. =P

Welcome Ivan, interesting introduction

Originally Posted by Bennett i am in here, but am not here, i am clearly there, but not in there, your curious really, of why i replied, to your welcome, with my own, curiousally confusing poem. but it's simple really, to see why i did, i am bored, easy as that. so when i'm bored, i play here, away from the usuals, away from the flames, because you know, us admins really, attract that all day. so i welcome you, to our forum, i'm sure you'll love, all we offer. Welcome! Theres a reason why I'm in design and computers. =P

Well said, guy!!!And welcome here.