Like a butterfly broken by the rains
My memories, once pure
Happy Sunday one and all, I hope that you’ve had a great week :O) The day for sharing music and connecting with new blogging friends is once more upon us and Easter ready Jim Adams has, once again provided us with our prompt which this week is: Freeze/Cold/Ice. If you love music and would like to play along, here are some rules for you:
Morning blogging world, how are we all today? Well, here we are again for another round of Song Lyric Sunday brought to us by the indefatigable Jim Adams; if you love music and enjoy making new blogging friends please go and check out his site and then play along. This weeks prompt is Burn/Fire/Flame and here are some rules for you:
an enormous metal beast; it had wheels at the rear but at the front were giant clawed arms which served to change the direction of the machine but also to clear the dense forestation. It halted before the terrified survivors, the massive throbbing engines creating an illusion of life; a black heart of block and pistons beating. In their bewildered state the passengers didn’t see an internal hatch opening, they saw a giant gaping maw that they were certain was going to swallow them whole.
Isn’t it nice to feel appreciated, especially by fellow bloggers; there is something truly wonderful about a community that gets together to share their ups and downs and show love for each other! I don’t know about you but I feel blessed to belong to a group that hands out awards to motivate and inspire its members.
Have you ever been dragged along to something, kicking and screaming and 100% certain that you’re absolutely going to hate it? Well, that happened to me more years ago than I care to remember. My then boyfriend loved to go beach fishing and, for reasons which are still not clear, he especially loved to go at night
Happy Sundays guys and girls, how are you doing today? Feeling upbeat and ready to party? I hope so as it’s time for another round of Song Lyric Sunday – the perfect opportunity to share tunes and meet other bloggers. Brought to us by Jim Adams, this week’s prompt is Record/Juke Box/DJ/Radio; if you’d like to play along, here are some rules for you:
Mark could feel the touch of leaves against his cheek as a slight breeze moved the frail branches of the bush that shielded him from view. His legs were beginning to cramp as there was a chill in the air and he’d been in the same position for quite some time but he daren’t move, she would be home soon.