What would you do if you were loved,
Wrapped in another’s hopes and dreams,
Would you stifle, like a fire under rain,
Or grow tall in his sunlight?
Some will never seek to know,
Some hide their faces from the light,
when once it shines upon them,
Others yet will slip away,
To never know what might have been.
But some will walk the sunlit meadow,
And laugh, and dance, and drink and love,
With flowers in their hair.
So what, prey tell, will you?
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 12:17 PM UTC
What would you do if you were loved,
Wrapped in another’s hopes and dreams,
Would you stifle, like a fire under rain,
Or grow tall in his sunlight?
Some will never seek to know,
Some hide their faces from the light,
when once it shines upon them,
Others yet will slip away,
To never know what might have been.
But some will walk the sunlit meadow,
And laugh, and dance, and drink and love,
With flowers in their hair.
So what, prey tell, will you?
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