Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July--
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear--
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die.
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream--
Lingering in the golden gleam--
Life, what is it but a dream?
This made me think. It also brought back waves of childhood memories, basking in the golden hot sun of the afternoons. The great expectations of everyone to anyone. We all are easily influenced by the crowd of people we associate with and especially society. You are disapproved when you step out of the line by trying to live the life, and whispers of peculiar or even queer rotate around the community that you live in. Yet, they tell you to act different. It's a complicated world that they live in. We know that this will happen, and yet we continue on taking these actions.
Life, what is it but a dream?
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1 comment:
i read your story
you should know what im talking about
write some more, its really good
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