I want to rewrite my perception's monument,I want to prove reality with examples...Even if there's a valid counterargument,It could never even explain Saturn's bevels.
Wir verwenden Cookies für den Betrieb der Website, für Analysen und zur Personalisierung von Werbung. Mehr dazu in unserer Datenschutzerklärung und Cookie-Richtlinie.
When the ground's reinforced with concrete,This base of glass will become obselete,Because a drop of hope can heal the broken;A little word can swallow our past whole.
The wind brings some leaves to caress their cheek,To dry up their tear soaked face.The Sun shows the glory they couldn't believe,Reminding them of the better days.
No, you don't have to laugh,You don't have to know...I won't make you smile,Not if you don't want...I see that you're hurt,I see that you know...You do want to smile,But you're afraid to...I will cry with you,Like she did before...You're afraid I know,To say it out loud...You don't want it yet,And that is still fine...I don't fault you now,It truly was rough...
Consulting summer's clock,But half the hours remain.I ascertain it with a shock --I shall not look again.The second half of joyIs shorter than the first.The truth I do not dare to knowI muffle with a jest.
The frog half fearful jumps across the path,And little mouse that leaves its hole at eveNimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,Till past,--and then the cricket sings more strong,And grasshoppers in merry moods still wearThe short night weary with their fretting song.Up from behind the molehill jumps the hare,Cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bankThe yellowhammer flutters in short fearsFrom off its nest hid in the grasses rank,And drops again when no more noise it hears.Thus nature's human link and endless thrall,Proud man, still seems the enemy of all.
The Winters are so short --I'm hardly justifiedIn sending all the Birds away --And moving into Pod --Myself -- for scarcely settled --The Phoebes have begun --And then -- it's time to strike my Tent --And open House -- again --It's mostly, interruptions --My Summer -- is despoiled --Because there was a Winter -- once --And al the Cattle -- starved --And so there was a Deluge --And swept the World away --But Ararat's a Legend -- now --And no one credits Noah --