what if a much of a which of a wind gives the truth to summers lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun and yanks immortal stars awry? Blow king to beggar and queen to seam (blow friend to fiend: blow space to time) --when skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man what if a keen of a lean wind flays screaming hills with sleet and snow: strangles valleys by ropes of thing and stifles forests in white ago? Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind (blow pity to envy and soul to mind) --whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees, its they shall cry hello to the spring what if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of his grave and sprinkles nowhere with me and you? Blow soon to never and never to twice (blow life to isnt: blow death to was) --all nothings only our hugest home; the most who die, the more we live. by ee cummings
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 00:26:03 +0000
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