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Sunday, September 18, 2005 - ore 18:32
That's how I feel...
(categoria: " Poesia ")
I was angry with my friend
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine
And into my garden stole.
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree. Thanks to
Blake's "The poison tree"Sometimes our own words are not enough.
So many feelings
so scanty serenity
so much sun
It's true.
Lightness somehow can drive you blind.
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