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Lunar SkeinThe lunar skein abiding in the sky Unwinds its light into the shadowed night And weaves a silver sheath, a woven dye Of silver silk, a tincturing so sleight.Lunar Skein
One million argent streaks of lucid lace Pepper the duskish skies with starry strands That in the dark do spin and loop and chase, Auroral knots forming above the sands. My Love does dwell there in the sterling glow, Her hair as brilliant as the morning sun, Which, shining from her radiant head does flow. From the celestial loom it had been spun. She is the knotted light from countless
by ~Hrunting
The LocketWhy do you hang upon the evergreen? A glint of gold that sways within the moon’s wan light. What feeble hand has placed you on your bough To tell your tear filled story to the lonely night.The Locket
Perhaps a heart that has been torn in twain Has placed you on your limb with wistful tear filled eyes That bid farewell to bitter memories And he for whom your empty heart outcries.
Or could a kindly passer-by have found You lying there within the cold November grass And by your chain has hung you there With selfless hopes, your true love by your perch will pass. &nb
by ~Hrunting
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Ode to the Electric LeafBlowerOde to the Electric Leaf BlowerOde to the Electric LeafBlower
Oh, what joy, what pleasure divine sleek black body, slender and light. Mine, all mine. Held with one hand, light as a kite,
to brandish on high.
Oh, how they did laugh, those 2 dozen trees, to see the new fools moving in under yon, nearby roof.
They laughed and mocked their new human slaves. All summer long we enjoyed their shade and attended with pleasure their pleasant conversance with breeze.
They think it their right, their privileged due to have n
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- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Alternative
- Favourite artist: William Holman Hunt, I like the Pre-Raphaelites
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For want of a nail, the horseshoe was lost For want of a horseshoe, the steed was lost For want of a steed, the message was not delivered For want of an undelivered message, the war was lost.
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i guess we're big and i guess we're small, if you think about it man you know we've got it all. Cuz we're all we got on this bouncing ball.
there's a reason for this world, you and i
~five for fighting
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