so, i haven't posted in a loooong time, but holidays are nigh, so i shall expect that i will be more active in my blogging once the time-suck that we call school is over for another term.
and as snow falls flake by flake from an unfeeling grey sky, and the metaphorical dam freezes over for its period of hibernation, let us sit back and absorb the wonderfully poetic words of Siegfried Sassoon...
Butterflies
Frail Travellers, deftly flickering over the flowers;
O living flowers against the heedless blue
Of summer days, what sends them dancing through
This fiery-blossom’d revel of the hours?
Theirs are the musing silences between
The enraptured crying of shrill birds that make
Heaven in the wood while summer dawns awake;
And theirs the faintest winds that hush the green.
And they are as my soul that wings its way
Out of the starlit dimness into morn:
And they are as my tremulous being—born
To know but this, the phantom glare of day.
*sigh* is it not breathtaking?
ciao for now.
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