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08 May 2005
Leave me to my slumber...
Not caring, not thinking, not planning
In the realm of dreams I linger
In your embrace I lost, and found, me
Let me be wilful for now
Do not wake me
Not yet...
Not yet... ...
Before the beginning of years
There came to the making of man
Time, with a gift of tears;
Grief, with a glass that ran;
Pleasure, with pain for leaven;
Summer, with flowers that fell;
Remembrance, fallen from heaven,
And madness risen from hell;
Strength without hands to smite;
Love that endures for a breath;
Night, the shadow of light,
And Life, the shadow of death.
- - Algernon Charles Swinburne "Atalanta in Calydon" (1865)
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Hope you never have to wake up, sweetie...
Life is but a dream anyway...
Posted by: Jo.O | 08 May 2005
Breathtaking!
Posted by: Pet | 09 May 2005