The bridge will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see. Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fair, and moonlit woods where unicorns run free. So come and walk awhile with me and share the twisting trails and wondrous worlds I've known. But this bridge will only take you halfway there. The last few steps you have to take alone. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I am stuffing your mouth with yourpromises and watching you vomit them out upon my face. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Still, what I want in my lifeis to be willingto be dazzled—to cast aside the weight of factsand maybe evento float a littleabove this difficult world. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
If I can see pain in your eyes then share with me your tears. If I can see joy in your eyes then share with me your smile. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
may came home with a smooth round stoneas small as a world and as large as alone. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>