Sunshine of The Day
always in search of a new adventure
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(Source: michellekupris, via wakingwoods)
“
Music
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;
Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees
Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.
When music sounds, out of the water rise
Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,
Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,
With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.
When music sounds, all that I was I am
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came;
And from Time’s woods break into distant song
The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.
~Walter De La Mare
”(Source: allpoetry.com, via elorablue)
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aijj, lai rīt ir people and places, šodien man ir otrādi apgriezta diena un viņi
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