a parenthesis in eternity
"In late winter it is forbidden to knit on the doorstep, as that is known to lengthen the winter."
I was small once.
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Yann Tiersen - Comptine d’autre ete, l’apres midi
(Source: amazeofmyownmaking)
Bright Star (2009)
They’re sniffing all the flowers in the garden to try and find the best scent. Mr. Keats is being a bee.
I have no words
words pull the flighting birds down
and see the colorful blue yellow red balloons sinking.
Words
turn the sun-song dull
and send the sailing light bright white sails folding.
Words
took my melody and gave me a memento.
Words gave me a penny for my thoughts.
Examining,
I hold its wholeness in my hand.
I find its edges. I hold it high
it salutes the light
but underneath, an undeniable shadow darkens
and feels the weight of gray pavement reality.
- Ricky Fitts, American Beauty
