rain.
leaves falling.
wind blowing.
nothing to say.
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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. Anais Nin
About Me
- Blue Fairy
- Perdutto e tutto il tempo, che in amor no si spende. Or something like that.
7 comments:
ah, but those images, so simply evoked, speak volumes...
get out of here. you're making fun of me you big meanie. this is my blog. i can write bad poetry all i want. why do i feel judged lately?
you're being defensive. i was not making fun of you. and if you were paying attention, you'd know that in my dark moments poetry was about the only language at my command.
i like that kind of post, really!
yeah. i'm defensive all the time. can't even accept a compliment without wondering if the person is trying to fuck with my head. jaded old bitch is me.
oh stop it. look in the mirror; you're splendid.
no you're splendid.
goodness me... such unqualified praise? you must really be out of sorts.
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