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When I roam...When I roam in the forlorn, des’late gloom My heart is like the frosted windowpane: It is a chilled and bleak and weathered tomb Where sunlight attempts to reach, but in vain. The frigid glass in winter does abstain To collect the warmth gained by spring’s soft breeze: Which zephyr can supply if it will deign The springtime, warming the glass by degrees. And when, melted away is the last freeze Once more can the casement be thrown open To admit those strains of birdsong’s reprise Which so often move the poet’s ink-pen. Therefore let the wren’s accWhen I roam...
by ~Qwara
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- Current Residence: Pennsylvania
- Interests: Drawing, writing, photography, reading, piano, clarinet
- Favourite movie: Back to the Future, Dear Frankie
- Favourite band or musician: Enya
- Favourite genre of music: Classical, new age
- Favourite poet or writer: Jane Austen
- Operating System: Windows XP, Debian Linux
- MP3 player of choice: iPod, my computer
- Favourite game: Pokémon Crystal
- Favourite gaming platform: Computer, Nintendo DS
- Personal Quote: "You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you."
- MSN: moi_moi7920@hotmail.com
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It's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst...
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