spectre
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Ten flav byłby dobry, gdyby był traktował o wzgórku a nie o strumieniu (-:
Linijkę nizej bym go dał.
Na Mountain na razie mam:
Sons of rock and sons of stone,
their features hewn from earthen bone.
though wind and time and sorrow beat,
their rocky backs and ancient feet,
they stand majestic, yet ever alone.
Kradzione od kolesia nickiem Navigabimus, ale i tak zmieniałem nieco.
Na Island:
The sea, oh yes, the sea
It is a land of rolling waves,
Of frozen winds
And lonely graves
(Ivy Schex)
Walking barefoot on the beach,
Collecting shells within my reach.
The sun shines brightly upon the sea
And I’ve never felt so free.
My spirit was born beside the seaside
And here forever it will reside,
For I never feel so happy and free
As when my soul is by the sea.
(Melanie Ann Calvert)
Forest:
The trees stand tall and stately,
surveying their domain
The first to glimpse the sunrise;
the first to feel the rain.
(Leonard C. Mayer)
Swamp:
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
Until we meet a snake;
'Tis then we sigh for houses,
And our departure take
(Emily Dickinson)
Here is the endless wet thick cosmos,
the dark burred faintly belching bogs.
Here is the swamp, here is the struggle,
pathless, seamless, peerless mud.
(Mary Oliver)
Plains:
Ostatnio zmieniony przez spectre dnia Śro 14:38, 12 Gru 2007, w całości zmieniany 2 razy
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