Unforgettable Faces ..

Of people and places, every face tells a story of hope , suffering, anguish or happiness? Such contrast can only be seen from the wide eyed... to the mother's pain of having to be separated from her only son yet again..A genuine welcoming smile from wonderment at having seen foreign visitors to a remote village high up in the mountains...for the first time..

Colour me wild..let my mind be perfectly free...the only constant thing is change..nothing ever stays the same..this world is still beautiful.. peter pan still has wings...what colour is it?

When the wild sunflowers bloom, I'll be home

When the wind has lost its shades of grey, I'll be home

When the lighthouse heals the pain, I'll be home

When the seafarers swing their lethal muggs, I'll be home

When mummies sing their last lullabies, I'll be home

When will i truly be home? Not X'mas..not this time..