I am thankful that thorns have roses.
I hear the howl of the wind that brings The long drear storm on its heavy wings.
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,-- Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.
All great poets have been men of great knowledge.
The mighty Rain Holds the vast empire of the sky alone.
And kind the voice and glad the eyes That welcome my return at night.
We need a hit, so here I go.
It`s acceptable for men to act the fool. When women try, they`re considered aggressive and opinionated.
The easiest way to meet people is to just look like someone who is willing to listen.
How often had that hydrant even been opened? Did you jet water through a car window, what, twice at best? Summer burned just a few afternoons long, in the end. As for flying, Dose never even glanced at the sky. Flying was a summer within a summer, a whim. So why think of it at all?