My flower was laden with dew,
So pink, so moist, and open;
Like lips that are parted in two,
Her center, her tongue, was golden.
And crossed by green blades of grass,
Formed in a triumphal arch;
Through which some great man could pass,
Or some great army march.
My flower was laden with dew,
So pink, so moist, and open;
Like lips that are parted in two,
Her center, her tongue, was golden.
And crossed by green blades of grass,
Formed in a triumphal arch;
Through which some great man could pass,
Or some great army march.
Walt Whitman
Leaves of Grass
“Song of Myself “
Walt Whitman
Leaves of Grass
“Song of Myself “
Find what you love and let it kill you
- some beauties by Chaz
Find what you love and let it kill you
- some beauties by Chaz
They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God…
They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God…
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