When prospect sinks into night
When fell the all autumn leaves
and ice be thee warmth,
...
and if the world weren’t bad;
I’d swivel my foot and smile a smile that was good,
and if the trees never spoke;
I’d swivel my foot and cry a cry that was sad,
...
I am a child on a swing,
I am a mountain, way up high
The wind when it blows
A cloud in the sky
...
I love poetry and literature. I would love to travel around the world and write about what I see as a journalist (once I finish college and university) .)
Friend.
When prospect sinks into night
When fell the all autumn leaves
and ice be thee warmth,
When wind whispers to none
When grief take thy final tear
and yon sight be not of stars nor moon,
For you I’ll whisper dusk and dawn.
When life is becoming of none;
Then all my dreams are stars and moon, for you to see,
for you to croon.