Nothing Will Die (Excerpt) by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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But spring, a new comer, A spring rich and strange, Shall make the winds blow Round and round, Thro’ and thro’, Here and there, Till the air And the ground Shall be fill’d with life anew.
Quiet people always know more than they seem. Although very normal, their inner world is by default fronted mysterious and therefore assumed weird. Never underestimate the social awareness and sense of reality in a quiet person; they are some of the most observant, absorbent persons of all ..
“When you’re lying in bed at night and regrets from the day come to steal your sleep… “I should have” “If only I’d” “I wish I’d” …grab one of them and turn it into an “I will” and sleep peacefully knowing tomorrow will be a better day.”
Fear not, sweet one there are no guns in heaven no need to hide under your chair you’ve no more to fear the sounds you can hear are just fireworks and fun at the fair
Cry not, sweet one there are no guns in heaven and your friends are here waiting to play you were loved, for sure but deserved much more I’m so sorry you weren’t safe today
Fret not, sweet one we won’t let guns in heaven and we’ll fight to protect those still left you have not gone in vain we remember your name and your story we’ll never forget.
Donna Ashworth
Art by the wonderful Lisa Aisato #schoolshootong #gunsafety #nashvilleshooting #children #poem #nashville #pray
Music is mere beauty; it is beauty in the abstract, beauty in solution. It is a shapeless and liquid element of beauty, in which a man may really float, not indeed affirming the truth, but not denying it.
Pollong is a plant obsessed cat cuddler, who dreams about fragrant gardens every night and now decided to share her love with the world. A tiny nook of it anyway.