Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
It is midnight in June.
You are sleeping, I have been led to the edges of infinity.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
But I protect myself, I surround myself with books, their silence does not demand anything, they exist, they are alive, they are for anyone to open, unlike us human beings.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
She’s so pretty when she’s reading and sleeping and laughing – she’s pretty all the time.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! -
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing оn the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors -
No -yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever -or else swoon to death.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
She’s art, I love her every bone, but it’s all kind of foolish, I am almost done, tired.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
You don’t know how much I love you, I can’t show it to you in any way, and I have wished for so long that you could know.
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