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from postsecret this week.
I don’t really think there’s a big secret to it. It just seems to be my misfortune to fall for women who are straight and taken. Then I start wondering if there’s some spooky karma wheel going on, that I’m supposed to pay for my parents’ bad karma, because one person betrayed a marriage twice, and the other went for someone who already was taken.
The first Soara-song
not a cloud in sight
the sun is blinding white
she’s left the gloomy rain and angry thunderstorms behind
just a tickling breeze
formed by her reveries
as she soars above the lovely singing cherry trees
.
oh-oh what a life it would be
the soarable bunneigh and meigh
and miles we’ll go before we sleep
and miles we’ll go before we sleep
.
the kookaburra laugh
the oddly tall giraffe
it’s still her quirky oar-y ears i’ll never have enough of
the squirrel cracking nuts
the baboon’s big red butt
you won’t find anything that’s cuter than this fluffeigh bud
.
oh-oh what a sight it would be
the soarable bunneigh and meigh
and miles we’ll go before we sleep
and miles we’ll go before we sleep
.
smell the crisp ol’ pages
of storybooks for all ages
feel the whimsy melody that she finds so contagious
see the dandyloins bloom
taste the sauteed mushrooms
hear the whistling when she’s soaring past yellow balloons
.
oh-oh what a sight it would be
the soarable bunneigh and meigh
and miles we’ll go before we sleep
and miles we’ll go before we sleep
Let’s try for a whole album, shall we, Soarable? :)link
half-a-song for Soara
Ni wen wo ai ni you duo shen
Wo ai ni you ji fen
Ni qu xiang yi xiang
Ni qu kan yi kan
Yue liang dai biao wo di xin
.
Drawn to the lunar sadness
find her sorrow in every verse
she sang of loss
she sang of longing
she sang of the lull within love’s madness
.
The moon stood for her heart she said
hold the glow before it fades
but why I ask
why the illusion
why not something I could keep instead
.
I
Dream of the kiss that never met
only touching when we’re silhouettes
time forgotten
a legend, alleged
a bunneigh, a moon, a lifetime of regret
Inspired by Teresa Teng’s 月亮代表我的心 and a certain Chinese folklore as I remember it. Still without a melody. Input,oh Soarable?
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stopping by woods on a snowy evening
whose woods these are I think I know.
his house is in the village, though;
he will not see me stopping here
to watch his woods fill up with snow.
my little horse must think it queer
to stop without a farmhouse near
between the woods and frozen lake
the darkest evening of the year.
he gives his harness bells a shake
to ask if there is some mistake.
the only other sound’s the sweep
of easy wind and downy flake.
the woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
but I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.- robert frost -
ps: thanks again chentaur =D
it’s always a pleasure, soara. :)
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