Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens

My love looks like a girl to-night,

But she is old.

The plaits that lie along her pillow

Are not gold

But threaded with filigree silver,

And uncanny cold.

She looks like a young maiden, since her brow

Is smooth and fair,

Her cheeks are very smooth, her eyes are closed.

She sleeps a rare

Still winsome sleep, so still, and so composed.

Nay, but she sleeps like a bride, and dreams her dreams

Of perfect things.

She lies at last, the darling, in the shape of her dream,

And her dead mouth sings

By its shape, like the thrushes in clear evenings. ~


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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