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There is a place I think of last Before each night and day, Where night is green and never black When all else turns to grey. Here the river flows as if Each gurgle were its first And bamble sleepy insects might Adance, alight, athirst. The moss-hugged giants curl their toes And lead them down to shore. Ta-woo, Ta-woo, the tawny goes Before he hunts for more. The fullest moon, or thinnest yet, Contented with its fill, Grows fat on sight of river night And lets its bounty spill. And, lo! Take care! Don't scare it so... The pearl of heaven falls And leaps about the laps and waves While the 'hopper calls. Sparkling droplets take their rests By friends lost in the day. Chatter, chuckle, laugh they will; Happy, oh so gay! They wind around my feet, aflare, Carrying their gifts. Given all to waterfall As my mind becomes the drifts As my breath becomes the wind, As my eyes become the deep. As shadows o'er the shallows skip I shall live and never sleep.
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Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
The Dream Flows
There is a place I think of last Before each night and day, Where night is green and never black When all else turns to grey. Here the river flows as if Each gurgle were its first And bamble sleepy insects might Adance, alight, athirst. The moss-hugged giants curl their toes And lead them down to shore. Ta-woo, Ta-woo, the tawny goes Before he hunts for more. The fullest moon, or thinnest yet, Contented with its fill, Grows fat on sight of river night And lets its bounty spill. And, lo! Take care! Don't scare it so... The pearl of heaven falls And leaps about the laps and waves While the 'hopper calls. Sparkling droplets take their rests By friends lost in the day. Chatter, chuckle, laugh they will; Happy, oh so gay! They wind around my feet, aflare, Carrying their gifts. Given all to waterfall As my mind becomes the drifts As my breath becomes the wind, As my eyes become the deep. As shadows o'er the shallows skip I shall live and never sleep.
Inspired by a sentence from Three Men in a Boat, believe it or not. Haven't written anything in a while. Just letting you guys know I'm still writing :)
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Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
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