By B.K. |
Date: 2014 Apr 15
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How did it happen that their lips came together?
How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts,
that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind
the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill?
A kiss, and all was said.
"A sensitive plant in a garden grew,
And the young winds fed it with silver dew,
And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light,
and closed them beneath the kisses of night."
- Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Sensitive Plant, 1820
.❀ԼOƔЄ, ི♥ྀÐI think we dream
ི♥so we don't have to be apart so long. ི♥ྀ
♥ྀ ིIf we're in each other's dreams,
we can play together all night. ~Bill Watterson
I think we dream so we don't have to be apart for so long. If were in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time.
The heart, ❥
like the mind, has a memory.
And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
bk Happy Spring Feast Y'all