Sunday, February 04, 2007

Aphorism

Hitchhike on the hearts of other girls to reach Her

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

*smile* Unique, and couldn't be said better. Also, I came across "The Fly" by William Blake and it reminded me of you. Enjoy :)

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.

February 05, 2007 6:06 PM  
Anonymous Haiku Poems said...

I like the way u wrote.

March 28, 2009 5:19 AM  

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