Sunday, December 04, 2005cuppycake blogged at:1:00 AM On a Poet�s lips On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be; But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality! One of these awakened me, And I sped to succour thee. By Percy Bysshe Shelley ![]() ![]() |
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Haz or Haze. An ordinary individual born in 1973. As for relationshipwise, no comment. Mould and motivate the young into morally civic minded beings. Music,nature, poetry and movies are the indulgences. Blue and turqoise are the craze. Currently more active at multiply.com The views here are of my OWN PREROGATIVE and not intended towards anyone. Please leave this humble blog if it piqued or offend your own views.Thank you. DARE TO BE DIFFERENT!
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