To a butterfly…. (via androxa)

To A Butterfly I've watched you now a full half-hour, Self-poised upon that yellow flower; And, little Butterfly! indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! – not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again! This plot of orchard-ground is ours; My trees they are, my Sister's flowers; Here rest your wing when they are weary; Here lodge as in a … Read More

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0 REMAIN, DEAR ONE… Mihai Eminescu (via androxa)

 Full view here 0 REMAIN, DEAR ONE… “O remain, dear one, I love you, Stay with me in my fair land, For your dreamings and longings Only I can understand. You, who like a prince reclining O’er the pool with heaven starred; You who gaze up from the water With such earnest deep regard. Stay, for where the lapping wavelets Shake the tall and tasseled grass, I will make you hear in secret How the furtive chamois pass. Oh, I see you wrapped in magic, … Read More

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The Beautiful Changes…. (via androxa)

One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies On water; it glides So from the walker, it turns Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes. The beautiful changes as a forest is changed By a chameleon’s tuning his skin to it; As a mantis, arranged On a green leaf, grows Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves Any greenness is deeper than anyone knows. Your h … Read More

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Le Panneau… (via androxa)

Le Panneau Oscar Wilde Under the rose-tree’s dancing shade There stands a little ivory girl, Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl With pale green nails of polished jade. The red leaves fall upon the mould, The white leaves flutter, one by one, Down to a blue bowl where the sun, Like a great dragon, writhes in gold. The white leaves float upon the air, The red leaves flutter idly down, Some fall upon her yellow gown, And some upon her raven hair. … Read More

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He walked the path into darkness…. (via androxa)

He walked the path into darkness, No light to guard his way He walked alone into the mist No God left for him to pray. He hears the young ones laughter The sounds soon fade away. He moves down the path of darkness, No light to guide him today. The rainbows light has faded the dreams and hopes have too. He moves down the path of darkness No love for him anew. Branches like fingers of bone scrape along his skin Moonlight pools and madness tell him … Read More

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I feel sorry…. (via androxa)

I feel sorry By Marin Sorescu 1936–1996 Marin Sorescu Translated By Ioana Russell-Gebbett I feel sorry for the butterflies When I turn off the light, And for the bats When I switch it on . . . Can’t I take a single step Without offending someone? So many odd things happen That I want to hold My head in my hands, But an anchor thrown from the sky Pulls them down . . . It’s not time yet To tear up the sails. Let things be. SOURCE Roxana alicegeorgi … Read More

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SMILE…..!!!!! (via androxa)

How can one smile such sweet smiles, When one is so saddened by sorrows for miles, How can I smile the same smiles, When life brings me nothing but tears, I wondered for so long, What reason you had to smile that long, To keep smiling though troubles come, And still remain sweet and silently overcome, It's such a mystery to me, Your smiles from heaven with glee, I adore and yet envy thee, But I'd rather you smile those at me, I feel happy when I … Read More

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Voyage into my mind… (via androxa)

 You can stare forever at the diamond black sky, You can think you know everything there is to know, And then there is more, The greatest universe to conquer, Is not in the blue glowing heavens, That spills over into golden lights, That shine beyond time, Then they drift farther away, And the universe expands, The greatest universe to conquer, Is in our own minds, Thought are tools that kill and heal, If we reach deep within ourselves, We will see … Read More

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A Slumber did my Spirit Seal…. (via androxa)

A Slumber did my Spirit Seal By William Wordsworth 1770–1850 A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees. cristi haicasepoate ivanuska klausen1976 lunapatrata mirelapete papornitacuvorbe romanianstampnews rokssana schtiel teonegura theodora … Read More

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Copper embrace…. (via androxa)

'The Girdle of Venus Encircles us There is no rust In her copper embrace It curls, entwines, Ouroboros The snake it eats its tail So if we meet An alchemist We'll show to him Our copper rings He'll laugh and wink And he'll tell us Life can be spent on many things He lifts a veil, the tale blooms He reveals the flowered path to walk He reveals to him a mouth that talks That only speaks in poetry Hermes saw skies in terror forms Her soothing voice, … Read More

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Return from an alien garden…. (via androxa)

From the dark and cold of the night, I shall go in To steal A flowering branch From the last flowering tree. I will climb over the stone wall To the wonder of the alien garden, To the shine of your smile, To the warmth of your touch, My shadow lost in your shadow. Before winter becomes, And the whispers of life all subside, I shall watch The last flowering tree changing To a cascade of fragrant flowers, To a river of luminous embers. Then, From t … Read More

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They say she is veiled… (via androxa)

They say she is veiled and a mystery. That is one way of looking. Another is that she is where she always has been, exactly in place, and it is we, we who are mystified, we who are veiled and without faces. SOURCE rokssana alicegeorgiana incaunipocrit cristi griska haicasepoate haicasepoate.eu lunapatrata mirelapete papornitacuvorbe romanianstampnews theodora0303 teonegura verovers vizualw ivanuska vizual mirelapete.dexign papornitacuvorbe … Read More

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A crown of flowers…. (via androxa)

 Photo by me …click here for full view A crown of flowers ~ I don a crown of flowers To mask the sorrow inside Eyes which fall upon its beauty Do not see the tears I cry While the flowers bud to blossom I wilt to almost nothing In a garden colour filled with life There is also a shadow found In the sun the flower buds open In the dark a heart is closed The flowers shall be woven together To hide something left unseen The rose, the tulip and the … Read More

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Communication… (via androxa)

Communication Breakdown, What’s happening today? We don’t say what we mean, And we don’t mean what we say. We trundle along in life, Not speaking when we should, We wait until it’s too late, And then say nothing good. We don’t look at each other, Nor smile as much these days, We are all so busy, Being busy is the craze. But what is so important? That we don’t really talk? Why don’t we make time? Instead of running, we could walk. We use our text … Read More

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Midnight glow… (via androxa)

The moonlight shines upon her face while in her peaceful sleep The secrets that she dreams tonight will be her’s to keep ~ The softness of the the midnight moon its glow illuminates The beauty that is seen within the soul it emanates. Behold, the epitome of perfection lays within this bed She sleeps tonight and in her dreams is the man she longs to wed ~ A rendezvous within her heart when the hour is close at hand As the midnight glow of the moon … Read More

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She is a book… (via androxa)

She is a breathing book each night I touch her pages delicately turn to find her heart in letters written by her hand… Scent of vanilla soft and sensuous unveiling another thought another smiling memory another intimate piece of her… And I read with such abandon across her pages my fingers trailing her soft paper skin… In her sighs she speaks of stories and sonnets history and fantasy blue skies and silvery silks… I hear her voice in the pages wa … Read More

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Candle light ….. (via androxa)

Love is like a candlelight, Glowing in the dark The warmness kindles From a tiny spark. The light is soft at first, Then, it grows bright, For some, it grows over time, For some, it's love at first sight. If not taken care of, The flame will slowly die And when it's gone, it leaves you Sitting there, wondering, why? SOURCE rokssana clipedecluj adofeck alicegeorgiana cella cristi gabryellehelen haicasepoate haicasepoate.eu ivanuska linkping theodo … Read More

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The mask she wears…. (via androxa)

Her mask is always in place guarding her precious face from her feelings showing through and you seeing the truth….. For it might scare you away it's easier to stay covered in this mask so that things will stay and last….. mysterious and shy her real self has died so her mask hides the damage that surrounds her all around….. Do you want to know who will truly show if the mask is removed would it bother you or make you love her more……. O … Read More

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