I shall speak comforts to your ears
I shall now speak comforts to your ears,
And damn the days when daggers were thence spoken.
For since I have seen the err of such words,
And to my own faults I have been awoken.
Fate! Thou wond'ring child! Love, thou fallen star!
And damn the days when daggers were thence spoken.
For since I have seen the err of such words,
And to my own faults I have been awoken.
Fate! Thou wond'ring child! Love, thou fallen star!
posted by dyingember at 7:52 PM
1 Comments:
“…just remember
as you wander through the blue
The little kite that you sent flying
one Sunday afternoon
Made of something light as nothing
Made of joy that matters too
How the little dreams we dream
are all we can really do”
- Patty Griffin,
The Kite Song,
Impossible Dream
Thank you for the compliment of the link,
Yes, poetry is.
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