February.
February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.
Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas,
Race through the noice of bells and wheels
To where the ink and all you grieving
Are muffled when the rainshower falls.
To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal,
A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees,
Fall down into the puddles, hurl
Dry sadness deep into the eyes.
Below, the wet black earth shows through,
With sudden cries the wind is pitted,
The more haphazard, the more true
The poetry that sobs its heart out. –Boris Pasternal
Elizabeth Miranda
born. February 1980
Died. February 2001
Hope you are resting in peace Daisy. I still love you.
~M~
I don’t get this…
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I don’t get your entry….who is Elizabeth Miranda?
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*love & hugs*
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I am 5’8 so naturally I require women near my height, not way shorter or taller. I know this 5 foot woman whos dating a 6’4 guy. If I were that tall, id want women between 5’6 and 6’4
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Who is Daisy? RYN: The feeling went after about an hour, it is a very strange feeling, I have to admit.
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