Harmless children fear the dark
Out of being afraid of obscurity.
It can smother their young spark,
It can reveal their absolute nudity.
I have been one of them, but now
Time has made an usual nasty trick:
Part of me became jet black somehow
It isn't quiet, strongly craves to speak.
I force all of my demons to shut up,
I hope I'll manage every silent fight.
I'll never let them grossly interrupt
My state of mind, my thoughts, my sleep tonight.
The youth thought
© Copyright: Стефания Альпенфельд, 2017
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“Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
Do noble things, not dream them, all day long:
And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever
One grand, sweet song.”
Charles Kingsley
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It is because of you, my dear sweet child,
That two old foes are now reconciled:
The wish to know who wrote the verse above
And all the rest I need to learn and love :)
Георгий Мёд 28.05.2017 18:32 • Заявить о нарушении
Do noble things, not dream them, all day long:
And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever
One grand, sweet song.”
Charles Kingsley
.
.
It is because of you, my dear sweet child,
That two old foes are now reconciled:
The wish to know who wrote the verse above
And all the rest I need to learn and love :)
Георгий Мёд 28.05.2017 18:32 • Заявить о нарушении