Free verse № 125851
Life and Love
I sit outside listening to the sounds of the night.
The wind rustling the leaves in the trees,
the lonesome whistle of a train as it passes by.
I watch a spider slowly spinning its web near the light.
A symphony of dogs howling as they hear a siren in the distance,long before it reaches my ear.
A doe and her fawn as they silently disappear into the meadow across the road.
I long for the first rays of sunlight,when I shall return home and see the sweet smiling face of my grandson as he slumbers in his crib,secure in the comfort of our love.
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Paul Valery
Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
A. E. Housman
***ZODIAC'S SIMPLE TEST***
1) On a scale of 1-10, 1 being 'never' and 10 being 'constantly', how much of the time would you say you analyze things?
2) On a scale of 1-10, 1 being 'not at all pleasurable' and 10 being 'extremely pleasurable', how pleasurable would you say your life is?
For my part, I promise to answer fairly.
we'll drive you crazy.
KISS
2) 5
Not including the pleasure of analyzing.
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