~tasha~
Age: 124
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Song Of Experience-The Fly....
Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live
Or if I die.
~tasha~
Age: 124
6560 days old here
Total Posts: 47628
Points: 0
Location:
United Kingdom, United Kingdom
Song Of Experience-My Pretty Rose-Tree...
A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said, "I've a pretty rose-tree",
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose-tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
