A place for me to speak-out. A chance for my soul to seek...
' Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue, 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
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Poem in a Paragragraph...
In the CITY that never sleeps Beast whispers to the Beauty "If you sell your soul to the Devil, You are bound to get burnt".
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