In some of those dense fir and spruce woods there is hardly room for the smoke to go up. The trees are a standing night, and every fir and spruce which you fell is a plume plucked from night's raven wing.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be liftednevermore!
Stuff.... happens everyday, dont sugarcoat your reality....after all, it is what it is, since it cant be mas o meno de lo que es...que no? .....P E A C E _&_ L O V E......
^^) ALWAYS SHOW THE ONES YOU LOVE HOW MUCH YOU LOVE THEM(^^
cause after all is said & done, is those little acts of togetherness, kindness, loving, memories....that you get to keep. ***NOMATTERWHAT***
LOVE MY CHILDREN NOMATTERWHAT...Dana Michael..
Patricia Michelle..Christopher Paul..RIP..
Erick Matthew..& last but never least...
Raven Chasity......my homemade gifts....
Come, civil night,
Thou sober-suited matron all in black,
And learn me how to lose a winning match
Played for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.
Hood my unmanned blood, bating in my cheeks,
With thy black mantle till strange love grow bold,
Think true love acted simple modesty.
Come, night. Come, Romeo. Come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night,