To: NicknamedBob
1,846 posted on
03/23/2015 5:51:05 PM PDT by
left that other site
(You shall know the Truth, and The Truth Shall Set You Free.)
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'Tis the season for flowers ...
... almost.
.
Flowers
I look at the soil of darkness and putrescence,
How can flowers find sustenance there?
And yet from soil and sunlight they somehow,
Will lift perfection in the air.
The honeybee enjoys the harvest,
And journeys deep in the flower-bell.
She wallows in the joy of life,
While we only get a smell.
NicknamedBob . . . March 28, 20051,847 posted on
03/23/2015 6:08:14 PM PDT by
NicknamedBob
(Fanfiction: Dumbledore, "Death is the separation of body, soul, life, and magic" -- (the elements?))
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