- 4th
- 08:50
“The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, / With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head”
- 4 comments
- 5th
- 15:01
“i know it, it always ends too soon / in between the light of dream and some anemic moon”
- 6th
- 13:04
“i smile and shake my head / we all write our own endings / and we all have our own scars”
- 2 comments
- 11th
- 07:48
“Naked, alone, unsmiling, there she stood, / No cloud to raise her from the earth”
- 12th
- 07:49
“the rude / Wasting of old Time—with a billowy main— / A sun—a shadow of a magnitude”
- 14th
- 08:00
“Rest well, rover. Your mission is complete.”
- 2 comments
- 15th
- 07:52
“Dost thou know the balancings of the clouds, the wondrous works of Him who is perfect in knowledge”
- 18th
- 08:07
“Where branchèd thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain, / Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind”
- 6 comments
- 19th
- 07:49
“pullin’ weeds and pickin’ stones / we are made of dreams and bones / need a place to call my own”
- 4 comments
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- 20th
- 09:45
“when i wasn’t too busy feeling lonely / i’d stare over his shoulder at a map of the world”
- 6 comments
- 25th
- 10:23
“When seven lang years had come and fled, / When grief was calm, and hope was dead”
- 4 comments
- 26th
- 09:13
“where the weak-eyed bat / With short, shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing”
- 28th
- 08:24
“Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: / Deals out that being indoors each one dwells”
- 2 comments