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Last login: 2 hours agoMogenicwolf: Davor is a 28 year old guy in a relationship from Velika Plana, Serbia.; Likes 9,342 pages, 679 videos, 1,340 photos • 398 fans • Received 114 reviews; Member since Sep 12, 2005

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Apr 28, 3:25pm: if learned darkness from our searched world

should wrest the rare unwisdom of thy eyes,
and if thy hands flowers of silence curled

upon a wish,to rapture should surprise
my soul slowly which on thy beauty dreams
(proud through the cold perfect night whisperless

to mark,how that asleep whitely she seems

whose lips the whole of life almost do guess)

if god should send the morning;and before
my doubting window leaves softly to stir,
of thoughtful trees whom night hath pondered o'er
--and frailties of dimension to occur

about us
and birds known, scarcely to sing

(heart,could we bear the marvel of this thing?)

~e. e. cummings

Apr 28, 1:32pm: Days

Some days my thoughts are just cocoons--all cold, and dull, and blind,
They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind;

And other days they drift and shine--such free and flying things!
I find the gold-dust in my hair, left by their brushing wings.

~Karle Wilson Baker

Apr 5, 10:06am: Sometimes we remember kisses,
Remember the dear heart-leap when they came:
Not always, but sometimes we remember
The kindness, the dumbness, the good flame
Of laughter and farewell.

Beside the road
Afar from those who said "Good-by" I write,
Far from my city task, my lawful load.

Sun in my face, wind beside my shoulder,
Streaming clouds, banners of new-born night
Enchant me now. The splendors growing bolder
Make bold my soul for some new wise delight.

I write the day's event, and quench my drouth,
Pausing beside the spring with happy mind.
And now I feel those kisses on my mouth,
Hers most of all, one little friend most kind.

~Vachel Lindsay

Apr 5, 9:50am: The inundation of the Spring
Enlarges every soul--
It sweeps the tenement away
But leaves the Water whole--

In which the soul at first estranged--
Seeks faintly for its shore
But acclimated--pines no more
For that Peninsula--

~Emily Dickinson

Mar 19, 3:31am: Death is a Dialogue between
The Spirit and the Dust.
"Dissolve" says Death--The Spirit "Sir
I have another Trust"--

Death doubts it--Argues from the Ground--
The Spirit turns away
Just laying off for evidence
An Overcoat of Clay.

~E.D.

Mar 1, 12:41am: THE day came slow, till five o'clock,
Then sprang before the hills
Like hindered rubies, or the light
A sudden musket spills.

The purple could not keep the east,
The sunrise shook from fold,
Like breadths of topaz, packed a night,
The lady just unrolled.

The happy winds their timbrels took;
The birds, in docile rows,
Arranged themselves around their prince
(The wind is prince of those).

The orchard sparkled like a Jew,--
How mighty 't was, to stay
A guest in this stupendous place,
The parlor of the day!

~Emily Dickinson

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