looks like a dryad
the woodlands glow green for her
the flowers submit
...
looks like a dryad
the woodlands glow green for her
the flowers submit
...
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
looks like a dryad
with an air of debonnair
sawing at my nerves
edit: gues I was a little late.
Last edited by learntodiscover; 10-18-2007 at 06:38 PM.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more:
William Shakespeare
thats no problem, learnt
the flowers submit
and a fragrance fills my lungs
extravagantly
sawing at my nerves
is a fear, cutting through them
extravagantly
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
Be it spring or fall,
the leaves are spectacular,
nature is gorgeous
I intend to live forever...
so far so good.
be it spring or fall
my hands are always in dirt
the richness of life
nature is gorgeous
the richness of life it has
refreshes the heart
the richness of life
lies not in pelf or power
but in love and peace
refreshes the heart
is every day you have loved
Love, child, please love
I intend to live forever...
so far so good.
Love, child, pl-ease love
love is not a game of kids
come and learn from me
love child please love
hold my heart within your hands
drop it, then catch it
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more:
William Shakespeare
drop it, then catch it
baby, learn to play the game
spin. swing and bounce it
spin, swing, and bounce it;
learn to read the flying tread
of toys lost to dark.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
of toys lost to dark
remind me of golden moon's
scattered brilliant rays
scattered brilliant rays--
from a puff, then a shaft, formed
stellar nurseries
...
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.