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summer evenings. the evenings seemed to be the longest then laden with yellow sunshine, playing in the sandy grounds . and
once, getting lot of my fav orange coloured spongy succulent honey candies for a whole one rupee then...around 20 numbers then:)
which non-english language you would like to master ...n which non-englisg author you ever wanted to read in their original lang..
once, getting lot of my fav orange coloured spongy succulent honey candies for a whole one rupee then...around 20 numbers then:)
which non-english language you would like to master ...n which non-englisg author you ever wanted to read in their original lang..
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German. And I’ve always wanted to be able to read Rilke in German. The translations lose something, somewhat.
Do you have a poem (famous) that changed your life?
Do you have a poem (famous) that changed your life?
Instead of a room completely submerged in white paint with hard wooden desks surrounding me, I'd wish to see these desks root down into the concrete floors and every desk now replaced with long tree trunks and vibrant green leaves. I'd hope the dull walls would be replaced with a beautiful sky with only a slight whisp of white clouds. I'd much rather be anywhere but here.
if you could only see in two different colors for the rest of your life, what colors would you choose?
if you could only see in two different colors for the rest of your life, what colors would you choose?
InvisiObliv said:Instead of a room completely submerged in white paint with hard wooden desks surrounding me, I'd wish to see these desks root down into the concrete floors and every desk now replaced with long tree trunks and vibrant green leaves. I'd hope the dull walls would be replaced with a beautiful sky with only a slight whisp of white clouds. I'd much rather be anywhere but here.
i can see the skies and the banana trees outside of my window, I am sitting by now, typing this out. its nice. But I too wish I was somewhere even for a while, like near the woods...or a babbling brook.
Oh. To answer the question. I have never tasted cranberries.
What sort of fruits do you like? Ever tasted tropical fruits like Durian and Mangosteen?
i can see the skies and the banana trees outside of my window, I am sitting by now, typing this out. its nice. But I too wish I was somewhere even for a while, like near the woods...or a babbling brook.
Oh. To answer the question. I have never tasted cranberries.
What sort of fruits do you like? Ever tasted tropical fruits like Durian and Mangosteen?
One can only be so lucky to have explored such an extraordinary thing.
Never such delicacies like Durian, my friend, or Mangosteen.
From such places, great and serene, my mind does create.
Perhaps one day I can validate these ideas before they sublimate.
Do you, next beholder, see things through eyes much warmer, or far colder?
Never such delicacies like Durian, my friend, or Mangosteen.
From such places, great and serene, my mind does create.
Perhaps one day I can validate these ideas before they sublimate.
Do you, next beholder, see things through eyes much warmer, or far colder?
Eyes See Through Lens Of Applicability , Dependent On What They Behold ,
Not By Temperature Nor Degree , Thus Perception Not Warm Nor Cold ,
Processing All Through A Mirror Reversed Via The Structure Of Mind ,
Though One Thinks It Is What They See , They See , They Often Can Be Blind
Have You Practiced The Art Of Closing Off Different Senses To See What That Is Like ?
Not By Temperature Nor Degree , Thus Perception Not Warm Nor Cold ,
Processing All Through A Mirror Reversed Via The Structure Of Mind ,
Though One Thinks It Is What They See , They See , They Often Can Be Blind
Have You Practiced The Art Of Closing Off Different Senses To See What That Is Like ?
Agree, agree, my eyes and senses can lie to me
There is no good, nor evil; just the idea, limiting.
On one side, and the other, each will find the other blind.
For senses of sight, smell, touch and all sorts of kind
can subdue any and all of such feeble mind.
Due to a disasterous fate of some kind,
I lost a most dear, sublime sense of mine.
Absent is my scent of flowers, home, and thyme.
Not only this, my friend, I can isolate more of my mind.
As dark as I am, I encourage such light.
I'm not a dark and oblivious blight,
Though please only take that as insight.
Here again as a querent, next person:
What is your description of solace.
There is no good, nor evil; just the idea, limiting.
On one side, and the other, each will find the other blind.
For senses of sight, smell, touch and all sorts of kind
can subdue any and all of such feeble mind.
Due to a disasterous fate of some kind,
I lost a most dear, sublime sense of mine.
Absent is my scent of flowers, home, and thyme.
Not only this, my friend, I can isolate more of my mind.
As dark as I am, I encourage such light.
I'm not a dark and oblivious blight,
Though please only take that as insight.
Here again as a querent, next person:
What is your description of solace.
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