Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
T'morrow will be dying
~Robert Herrick
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
T'morrow will be dying
~Robert Herrick
I decided to take some time tonight and do my next feature. It's a day early but I am really anticipating April. Spring is finally here, the air is fresh, and so is my mind. I'm looking forward to beginning new projects, setting new goals for myself, and chasing my dreams...
I don't have much to say right now other than thank you to all my supporters!
Here is a tribute to my recent supporters as well as other works that caught my eye!
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Poetic
Twin GodsSister moon and brother sun,:thumb201889046: :thumb200964499:
Twins forever and are one.
Their father Zeus lord of air,
Gave them both there fairest share.
So now she owns the night and he the day,
But every now and then they come down to play
And dance in the gardens and sleep under the trees
They sing for hours when the meet.
PeAceIt was a dry night.The moon was sailing quietly at the night sky,into an endless midnight blue veil.
It was so peaceful that you could hear the heart beat of the tiniest cricket.
You could feel the warm breeze touching your face so soft,like the sweetest lullaby.So sweet yet a
melancholic note was floating in the air.Mixed up feelings
the water was touching the tip of your toes,softly yet it send chills up and down your spine.
You closed your eyes to feel the breeze and the water
All in one PEACE,nothing else.
Only Until...Until the lights have dimmed
Until your knees are skinned
You feel you have it all
That you will never fall
Cursed words then haunt your mind
A haven you try to find
And the things you thought were right
Seem tragedies of the night
Then when the lights are off
At people you just scoff
Smiling faces seem full of lies
The sun falls from the skies
When Inspiration comes from...When Inspiration comes from the 1800's
7/26/08
Blessed gift this breathe of being
A sounding glass of which it’s ringing
That all of life is spoken facets
Gleaming truth throughout the masses
Forming crystalline images immortal
Without which hope would all be forfeiture
Fields of lavender poignantly fragrant
Butterflies kissing breezes so delicate
Skirts buoyantly swaying as many revel about
To and fro in freedom’s symphonic shout
Laughter abounds throughout the play
Bringing joy and laughter to the fray
Eyes lifted heavenward as waters gently flow
Closed softly against the glistening glow
That graces them from the highest heights
Everlasting praise’s do these calls alight
Where’ ere they shine the wonders come
Thanks and Praises be to the One this rains from!
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