Breathless......
Breathless......
Cutting a tree doesn't mean re-newing it... In fact it means losing it.Originally Posted by Lote-Tree
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
blah.....ugh
Something From The Past Just Comes
And Stares Into My Soul
Not really - cut tree can give out new shoot from its stump - thus the renewal begins :-)
I feel horizontally parked in a parallel universe ;-)
I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell:
And by and by my Soul return'd to me,
And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell :"
Blog: Rubaiyats of Lote-Tree and Poetry and Tales
Then it wouldn't be the same tree...at first it would be a tiny plant...
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
A shoot growing from the stump of the tree that is cut down is the same tree ;-)
Size is not that important - ask any...erm perhaps not...;-) - use your Imagination :-)
I feel drowning in a Sea of Troubles...
I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell:
And by and by my Soul return'd to me,
And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell :"
Blog: Rubaiyats of Lote-Tree and Poetry and Tales
Nah, it's not the same tree still. What if a person has painted the branches of a tree and it is cut. The same coloured portion wouldn't appear by its own or would it?
Oh as for imagination, one needs some conditions to practice it.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Fed up of everything.......
Grateful
Ничего нет лучше для исправления, как прежнее с раскаянием вспомнить.
put in my place
the luminous grass of the prairie hides
feet lovely and still as sleeping doves,
porcelain bones strong enough to carry a life,
but weighty and unmovable
As black Dakota hills. ~ Riesa
did you get told?
well, here's how I'm feeling. It's Friday night and I put in a full work week and have been recovering from some crap. So I feel completely drained.
BTW: Happy Friday (but I guess to those of you that work weekends Happy Friday doesn't mean much to you....oh well)
"...if you weren't smart enough to get a pedophile in a dress to put a small amount of water on the child’s forehead, then what the eff did you think was going to happen?
I feel as if I am in a maze and I don't know my way out.
But you have to figure out the way! That's what mazes are for.
I feel as if I need badly natural cold air to breathe in.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
I never thought I would do this, but I am going to have to take a break from this forum for while. Talk to all ya'll later. I am in a bad mood and I can't seem to post without being snippy so I am going to go recharge for a while.
Bye!!!
"...if you weren't smart enough to get a pedophile in a dress to put a small amount of water on the child’s forehead, then what the eff did you think was going to happen?
dreadful (had the 'flu 6 days now - yack)
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