Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

Автор: Beramode

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Публикация из блога «Sweet Sugar Bones» (автор: Shagel):

© Источник: https://blog-house.pro/bones/post-68850/

A/D/

I think that by beauty, you don’t just mean something that’s pretty. You mean something that makes us human.

Y/B/

It is midnight in June.

You are sleeping, I have been led to the edges of infinity.

A/C/

I call to you, I touch your lips,

I am your own little bird.

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Drink to me оnly with thine eyes,

And I will pledge with mine;

Or leave a kiss but in the cup

And I’ll not look for wine.

The thirst that from the soul doth rise

Doth ask a drink divine;

But might I of Love’s nectar sup,

I would not change for thine.

D/M/

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.

A/N/

She’s so pretty when she’s reading and sleeping and laughing – she’s pretty all the time.

F/N/

Whomever I love, I love better in winter than in summer.

J/K/

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.

M/P/

I would like to be with you without your knowing it.


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