Saturday, 8 April 2017
Yesterday evening, I saw birds at work.
Busy and happy, all celebrating their work.
As I lied down, just observing without a word.
Away, just with the birds, away from maddening crowd.
Married by nature,
Just with nature and seclusion,
In broad blessed light and perfect air
Recoiling from that foreign breath, to become sane
Developing lesser sensation
Like the birds, to what yesterday offered,
But knack building high up, that reputation
Higher in a taller tree, than the happy birds built.
Baby; It is true, that I don’t know how to give up on you because I just can't do it like the way I can’t stop breathing. ...
Mama, I have seen you stand by my side, for all of my life, when my heart was torn open, when my heart bled, when my heart rejoiced. ...
My sons, Keep vigil over your blood And every day: invoke your forefathers To give you a living guide. My sons, Tomorrow y...
Source: Deviant Art Like a season gives way to another, our love came when we'd given up on asking love to come....