The moon like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent deligh
Sits and smiles on the night.
William Blake
...OU COMMENT TROUVER SA PLACE AU SOLEIL...
Mourir n'est rien, mais vivre vaincu et sans gloire,
c'est mourir tous les jours
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2 comentários:
Lindo!!!
A minha singela homenagem...
Its shine, silvery power,
Gently bringing the vower
Through the darkness, bright
Deep into his heart, light
Peter Days
;)
uuuuhhhh... na sabia q tb eras poeta!... eu humildemente transcrevi 1 poema (q axo lindo) de W Blake... afinal na tenho tanto talento...
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