Devious Journal EntryHow restless they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly! – yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost forever:
Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings,
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.
We rest. – A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise. – One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond foe, or cast our cares away:
It is the same! – For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free:
Man’s yesterday may ne’er be like his morrow;
Nough may endure but Mutability.
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
cool gallery dude!
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--- Memen†o Finis ---
If we don’t try... If we just lie... If we can’t find
A way to do it better than this... Who will? (DK)
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--- Memen†o Finis ---
If we don’t try... If we just lie... If we can’t find
A way to do it better than this... Who will? (DK)
En esperant que tu te plaises autant que je m'y suis plus ici
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S.a.n.d.r.A
Stock ~d0gma / Photography ~s-photography
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--- Memen†o Finis ---
If we don’t try... If we just lie... If we can’t find
A way to do it better than this... Who will? (DK)
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