It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make Man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night -
It was the plant and flower of Light
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures life may perfect be.
Swidish School Children’s shows support for the Massacre that happened in Syria ..
Yesterdy in Syria the number killed in #HoulaMassacre has reached 92, most of them women and children. Many slaughtered with knives. Hundreds injured.
( via Twitter )
1 person died = “too bad”
100 people died = “RIP”
1000 people died = still no actions to help
3000 pople died = more people are dying and it seems like the world doesn’t care
5000 + people dead = bashar is still killing
Help the people of Syria, pray for them. Spread the word. Call for justice. Do something… Anything…!
Looking forward to a few days at the beach with my husband. :)
W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
I had my mind set on getting all my work done today, but my body/brain had other ideas. My motivation was thwarted; I’ve barely been able to function all day. Guess I’ll try again tomorrow. Off to the land of fiction I go.
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