Nobody knows this little Rose --
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it --
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey --
On its breast to lie --
Only a Bird will wonder --
Only a Breeze will sigh --
Ah Little Rose -- how easy
For such as thee to die!
Emily Dickinson
Friday, 12 February 2010
Kite
How mesmerous the clouds in Van Gogh swirls adorn the sky I sit in splendour, string at heels And with one lush breath, fly
Right now I'm finding it hard to keep going, to stay positive and to know how I feel. I want to write about things I can't express to other people directly.
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