Night is dark.
But you can find the realest things from people.
Night is silent.
But you can feel the peace.
Night is pretty.
That's why people love it.
Sending out postcards to people who return them to me with a story or poem on it
Tuesday 26 August 2014
Tuesday 19 August 2014
Unicorns by Tetsuko
Unearthly creatures of ethereal beauty,
No one may see them save those who are pure.
In legend and fancy they were created,
Can one ever explain their powerful lure?
Over and over their mysteries enchant me
Real or imagined? Extinct or alive?
Now and again I feel they protect me
Safeguarding my dreams, so that they may thrive.
No one may see them save those who are pure.
In legend and fancy they were created,
Can one ever explain their powerful lure?
Over and over their mysteries enchant me
Real or imagined? Extinct or alive?
Now and again I feel they protect me
Safeguarding my dreams, so that they may thrive.
Tuesday 12 August 2014
When you are old by WB Yeats (lucky2002)
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
Tuesday 5 August 2014
Horsemanship contest by chenfeng301
I remember a couple of years ago, I have seen a horsemanship contest in Canada.
All those jockeys showed some great equestrian skill, and every of their action was followed by a burst of applause.
All those jockeys showed some great equestrian skill, and every of their action was followed by a burst of applause.
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