The Time of the Lilacs
Will she love lilacs?
For beautiful lilacs blue,
Or the holding hands?
The Time of the Lilacs
Will she love lilacs?
For beautiful lilacs blue,
Or the holding hands?
Somewhere, in a world that’s fair — You’ll see me dare and take on the storm — But I strive to keep this boat afloat — And maybe our great adventure
We live on the edge of time… How can we ever figure out what to do with the time that is given to us. A new poem by Danny Balllan.
They call me a bearSo powerful, so strong—A wounded bear I amI wish I could just hibernateAnd wake in another worldWake to another landI once called my home. A wounded bear I am,None can take me head-onBut like everything I wearCell by cellAll the mightThe show...
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