all that is gold does not glitter,

not all those who wander are lost;

the old that is strong does not wither,

deep roots are not reached by the frost.


from the ashes a fire shall be woken,

a light from the shadows shall spring;


renewed shall be the blade that was broken,

the crownless again shall be king.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

a distraction: pink trees and happy faces

some things are hard. but spring makes heavy hearts light and puts a smile on my face :) 









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