Ask, and you may be surprised, although you message me at your own risk!
Oh, and please dont message me with this txt spk gibberish.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
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Curtesy of bogfather, and with many thanks, :)
autumn_skies
awoke, and her eyes
alighted on the ice...
full of clarity and cold
and secrets untold
and frozen thoughts
that ought
to be unleashed
kept unsheathed
from the depths of the chill
with a will
to share
and care
for the day ahead
will give warmth to spread
and melting the heart
with love to impart
and tho' the chill in the weather
can sometimes untether
what anchors the storm
to be released and forlorn
then sent to depart
forgotten
still in the heart
begotten
and never to die
nevermind how much
the chill doth try
the warmth of expression
will render the lesson
that love will e'er beat
the chill to retreat...
leaving warmth
glowing
showing
in the fire of your eyes
beneath autumn_skies...
And again, curtesy of the bogfather, and very much appreciated, advent 08 poem.
Full of dark promise
moody too
a brief description
posted by you...
mysterious
imperious
with a sharp sense of humour
caring
sharing
who wouldn't want to woo her?
hidden secrets
still to be told
but only let loose
if you are so bold
to enquire
aspire
to make her a friend
in return
a fire burns
with a love that never ends...
About me:
Like my namesake, moody and full of dark promise.
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