Spinning distant music of the spheres
A child dancing barefoot always hears

Warbling songs of small and tawny bird
A lover in his age has often thought he heard

The clash of steel and cannon's bass tinged by fear
The barrel chested man cannot help but hear

The woodwinds tones, the bow and string
In the old man's dream does always sing

A symphony led percussion of the falling rain
A song last heard slumbering sans pain

The dance of days may come and go
But always we dance to and fro

No man immortal, here for a dance
No woman timeless but his romance

All must hear the song of life
Lest one be deafened by suffering and strife

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And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"

Very detailed photo.
Beautiful tones.
Lovely composition.

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_{Living is easy
with eyes closed}

I think your mom would like this poem.

Simply beautiful, picture & poem

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_{But this is beauty, Phaedrus - Discovered through the senses
And senses lead to passion, Phaedrus - And passion to the abyss}

I appreciate that Danny - I've been trying to get my sea legs back again ( so so speak sea talk )

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So what if i'm a boy who likes to play with dolls / That does not make me Gay It makes me God

I appreciate that amy .. thank god she does not know about dA

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So what if i'm a boy who likes to play with dolls / That does not make me Gay It makes me God

what a great thing to read .. thanks

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So what if i'm a boy who likes to play with dolls / That does not make me Gay It makes me God

sweet

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So what if i'm a boy who likes to play with dolls / That does not make me Gay It makes me God

Welcome.

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_{Living is easy
with eyes closed}