Waxy flowers poking through Snow so white Flowers bright. Made me think of you. I see once more your dark red hair, Soft as snow, On pillow. Now my bed is bleak and bare , Face alight,flower to sun, I loved you. Love so true. Fear by love,overcome. Cyclamen in the snow, Pink and red, Now frozen,dead. Love was,oh,so long ago. But never gone from in my mind. Thoughts so deep, Upwards seep. Love was gentle,love was kind, Always in my mind
In the land that dreams dwell in
In the land which dreams dwell in where love and hate and life begin; where swiftly the deep rivers flow from those lost lands of long ago. I wander through wild poppy fields Underfoot the dark earth yields…. I see the flowering fruit trees start Their blossoms gather round my heart… I hear the sparrows sing with joy And bees their busy wings employ. In those lost lands I saw your face And now I long for your embrace. Are you real,am I deceived? From this earth we all must leave. Earth to earth and ash to ash Glory,pride and boasting pass. Leave me soon,my dearest one For I,too, will be called on. Just love lasts, but truth is real Keep the to that and your ideals.. Earth to earth, we rest in clay We must give all self away Softly on this earth I roam Seeking still my love and home, for until the very end Love and kindnss may descend. Soft as wings of butterflies Tears well up and wet my eyes. My heart has melted into yours Thus we grow and die like flowers
Have a nice day.dear?
Yes,but the Headmistress bit my head off when I asked for a day of holiday next week/
OMG… where is it?
It’s in this bag.
Well,let’s call an ambulance and see if they can stitch it back on.
Do you know.I think I feel better without it!
Well you can’t go out like that! How will you see with no eyes
God works in mysterious ways.So do I.
Well,I am going to make a complaint.I won’t let this pass by.And she didn’t even eat it.
No,she bit off more than she could chew today.
She must have a big mouth.
And that’s not all.She sleeps with the caretaker as his pay is inadequate.
She’s a tart.
Well,her tongue is tart as I can testify.
Take a bag of sugar round and pour it over her head.
This is quite ludicrous.
I’ll try to do better in future.
Plank you so kuche.
Source: How Do You Know What You Know
Despite everything,we can enjoy the virtue of these late flowers
as we wander past the shops and the people
looking for what we already have.
Alfred didn’t like it when I shut the kitchen door so last week I showed him the cat flap..to no avail.But last night at 10 pm he walked into the sitting room looking very pleased with himself.His tailw as bushy and waving gently.He eventually went for a drink of milk.By yhen I was wondering if he would want to stay here alll night but after a while I could see him outside washing h imself sitting on my garden chair.