Whether the weather may change in an hour, day or night; when precisely the trees may wither in past & future right; why leaves fall and shooting stars are an inevitable sight, what perpetually mazed seasons increase as nothing abides, so no person does perpetually grow. Fragments broken cannot be similarly assembled again. Extensive degrees are inevitably required for melting snow. Fate transforms less then we require, more often then we know, but when.
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hercolena
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hercolena
Whether weather may change in an hour, day or night; when precisely trees may wither in past&future right; why leaves fall&shooting stars are inevitable sight, what perpetually mazed seasons increase fate’s flight. As nothing abides, no person does perpetually grow. Fragments broken cannot be similarly assembled again. Extensive degrees are inevitably melting snow. Fate transforms less require,more often then we know, but when. Tomorrow’s flowers result from activities today. What happens now was borne of yesterday. The all can only be measured in relation to nothing. Concealed beginnings replace another ending. Impenetrable fortresses wield many secrets untold. Incapability of comprehension relies on fate unfold. Nothing required to serve as indifferent interlude. Clocks ticking may not be interrupted even by prude.
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hercolena
Along the clock’s hand, the hour’s still small, being young & in command, climbing hill considering all. Youth glamorous ever & anon as the earth’s forever round, anonymous millions remaining anon pause to listen to thunderous sound. What is wealth without health or wisdom telling withal when momntous gaining of stealth fares well in any bright hall.
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The flowers caressed by the dew doth grow; the paths of men lead not where we know; no man knows how the mountain is high; no one can tell how far gazes the wistful eye; no one knows for how many an hour, prevails the beauty of a single flower; no man can know even by the sweat of his brow, what fortune future may yield followed by now; no one knows where the trail may go,
once such steps are covered by fall of snow, no man knows whether after summer’s day, he’d still in spirit be cheerful & gay; no man can discern relity from dream, when such is glorified by the sun’s beam; no man can completely evade despair, for inasmuch as the sun shadows pervade there; no one solitary may remain; when fortified with friendship’s gain; no one comes into thi world without being born; inasmuch as the night is preceded by morn. -
hercolena
The flowers caressed by the dew doth grow; the paths of men lead not where we know; no man knows how the mountain is high; no one can tell how far gazes the wistful eye; no one knows for how many an hour, prevails the beauty of a single flower; no man can know even by the sweat of his brow, what fortune future may yield followed by now; no one knows where the trail may go,
once such steps are covered by fall of snow, no man knows whether after summer’s day, he’d still in spirit be cheerful & gay; no man can discern relity from dream, when such is glorified by the sun’s beam; no man can completely evade despair, for inasmuch as the sun shadows pervade there; no one solitary may remain; when fortified with friendship’s gain; no one comes into thi world without being born; inasmuch as the night is preceded by morn. -
hercolena
The flowers caressed by the dew doth grow; the paths of men lead not where we know; no man knows how the mountain is high; no one can tell how far gazes the wistful eye; no one knows for how many an hour, prevails the beauty of a single flower; no man can know even by the sweat of his brow, what fortune future may yield followed by now; no one knows where the trail may go,
once such steps are covered by fall of snow, no man knows whether after summer’s day, he’d still in spirit be cheerful & gay; no man can discern relity from dream, when such is glorified by the sun’s beam; no man can completely evade despair, for inasmuch as the sun shadows pervade there; no one solitary may remain; when fortified with friendship’s gain; no one comes into thi world without being born; inasmuch as the night is preceded by morn. -
hercolena
The flowers caressed by the dew doth grow; the paths of men lead not where we know; no man knows how the mountain is high; no one can tell how far gazes the wistful eye; no one knows for how many an hour, prevails the beauty of a single flower; no man can know even by the sweat of his brow, what fortune future may yield followed by now; no one knows where the trail may go,
once such steps are covered by fall of snow, no man knows whether after summer’s day, he’d still in spirit be cheerful & gay; no man can discern relity from dream, when such is glorified by the sun’s beam; no man can completely evade despair, for inasmuch as the sun shadows pervade there; no one solitary may remain; when fortified with friendship’s gain; no one comes into thi world without being born; inasmuch as the night is preceded by morn. -
courtneybear
what would you say if i told you that i had 1 more hour to live?would you want to spend it with me or would you just wish me luck?