Classic poem of the day
Did Fear and Danger so perplex your Mind,
As made you fearful of the Whistling Wind?
Was it not Boreas knit his angry Brow
Against you? or did Consideration bow?
To lend you Aid, did not his Winds combine?
To stop your passage with a churlish Line,
Did haughty Eolus with Contempt look down
With Aspect windy, and a study'd Frown?
Regard them not; — the Great Supreme, the Wise,
Intends for something hidden from our Eyes.
Suppose the gro......
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There is a weed in the pit of my lungs, nestled in oxidized anxieties
Making roots in the bulbous chambers of reddened alveoli
It's a sickly orchid, pulled from the streets of Moyobamba
Column of its flower filled with tear drops from the river Mayo
Now it sings with the remnants of names
LyndsieLyndsieJosephJoseph
Laws govern the hosts of flower buds
Se...
Making roots in the bulbous chambers of reddened alveoli
It's a sickly orchid, pulled from the streets of Moyobamba
Column of its flower filled with tear drops from the river Mayo
Now it sings with the remnants of names
LyndsieLyndsieJosephJoseph
Laws govern the hosts of flower buds
Se...
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