"There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;"
Lord Alfred Tennyson, The Lotus-Eaters
I am such as you have never seen before;
I am the sun and the moon to pass through the moor...
I am your dreams,
I am everything.
- Last seen 2 days ago. Member since November 8.
- I am a 13 year old person (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm figuring out ways to write more..
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adolescente. on November 10Hey Irene,
Why don't you enter some poems and use that gold membership while you can?
love Julia
