It doesn’t go away that easily.
It clings to your clothes, like a favorite perfume…
Lives between the pages of a well-loved book.
Like wildflowers in your hair.
Refusing to fade out, to die away.
And so it lives…
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'I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show,
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down...'
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show,
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down...'
5 comments:
very subtle and beautifully written
thankies! :)
Ei tor blog ache naki???
Dammit, why am I so unaware?
Nice blog though. Link korchi toke!
This is Tuna, just in case you didn't guess. :P
beautiful!
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