Pollen Pen

In a garden of memories and emotions, a writer stands out like a flower and his pen is its pollen.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Ngeee

My sis, and cousin. During an afternoon lazy weekend break.

Email This BlogThis!Share to Twitter Share to Facebook Share to Pinterest

No comments:

Newer Post Older Post Home

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Drop by

Pollen Notes
Photoetry

Memories Posted

Total Pageviews

Popular Post

"I want to know, have you ever seen the rain..."

" I want to know, have you ever seen the rain ..." (Photo Credit: cebucitylife.com) And there goes the song by Creedenc...
AUNTIE ELMA (An Acrostic Poem)

Auntie Elma is my favorite Aunt. She is everything - understanding, caring, kind, and unselfish. She is a perfect Aunt for me, I am her avid...
Love is like waiting for a taxi

Love is like waiting for a taxi. It is not that there are no taxis passing by, It is just that you can't seem to find ...

Simple theme. Powered by Blogger.