A Clear Midnight
THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.
Walt Whitman
View User's Journal
My thoughts
I like to write about stuff I like and what I strongly feel about. I hope you will ENJOY IT!! ok lol
 |
PROUD PINAY
