Kickin’ around Bondi.
05.06.12 ♥ 0
MacTerry.
Now it is Loneliness who comes at night
Instead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed.
Like a tired child I lie and wait her tread,
I watch her softly blowing out the light.
Motionless sitting, neither left or right
She turns, and weary, weary droops her head.
She, too, is old; she, too, has fought the fight.
So, with the laurel she is garlanded.
Through the sad dark the slowly ebbing tide
Breaks on a barren shore, unsatisfied.
A strange wind flows… then silence. I am fain
To turn to Loneliness, to take her hand,
Cling to her, waiting, till the barren land
Fills with the dreadful monotone of rain
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The worst drought in 60 years is currently affecting East Africa. Across Somalia, Ethiopia, Kenya and Djibouti 13.3 million people- more than half the Australian population- are affected by this devastating crisis, including over 4.14 million children. Please donate what you can and if you can’t, at least spare a thought for them and realise how lucky you are.
My Hero.
— Tennessee Williams
