Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (Macbeth)
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Haiku Anyone??
An old room Light seeps in- Hope
P.S: Pardon my futile efforts at Haiku... I know it's not very good, er... Better I discontinue the sentence :(
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