The Rustle of bReeze thRough tHe tRees, a lEaf fAlls, bReaKiNg fRee


Wednesday, July 21, 2004 the silent wind sifts thru my hands, as sand would thru my fingertips, just like the tender grasp of love, may fly away like a lonely dove, even the transient days of time, would fade n never be let known, so why does sorrow fill thee heart? holding on to never let go. meng how not bad hor??? thought of it in moi dreams lol, though i nvr had any a leaf fell on 7:02 am --------------------		My Engravings The music speaks of untold dreams, Of pasts immemorial in countless reams, Of time and space and all its seams, The music speaks with silence, undreamed. The Droplet... Called Jonathan Jonny Meng Decribed Shy NoisySinger Dreamer Been around for 2 decades and a Year Desires DarkChocolate Novels Games Love The Leaves Shi Yunny Qiu Yunny Cai Yunny Audrey Clare Cien Desmond Pokerface Matthew Mandy Old Maid MeowMeow PeiYingz Rachel Taffy XiaoFang PostItInspirations The Woods Blogger Pluck & Strum SOGOU NianBook The Chirps The Rustle: Emofunk Music Playlist at MixPod.com The Hollow July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 February 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 December 2007 May 2008 July 2008 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 March 2010