this is the poem that's on my profile that's been there before i knew about journals.....ya from my noob stages
In the calm breeze of night,
the trees sway.
Under the brightly lit stars,
the flowers tingle with a sensation.
Below the glorious full moon,
the water reflects the peace of the night.
The things unearthly are the music.
One must know the dance to see if those earthly things,
are really earthly.
Tis the dance of the peaceful time,
though it wont last,
the least we may do is hope.
For hope is how the dance goes.
 Cutie Darling · Sun Dec 21, 2008 @ 09:51pm · 2 Comments |
