Sunday, April 30, 2006
dreams underfoot
Life can be tough. .:. Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. -William Butler Yeats (1865–1939) "He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven" | |
in?scrip?tion (n-skrip-shun)n.
the facts.
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