EsmereldaStella
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- Posted: Thu, 05 Apr 2012 03:20:52 +0000
Well hello once again event goers, and welcome to my anon thanking thread. For those that dont know, this is just a little place where I shall thank and/or respond to the anons I am given for this event. Feel free to view.
To start us off, one of my favorite anons. I love you so much, please never stop filling me with smiles!
Talking excitedly with your fellow Gaians, you never noticed the young woman standing close by. She begins to walk past and suddenly shoves a red box into your hands before rushing off. You stare after her in surprise, only catching a glimpse of her red shirted back and long black and gold hair before she rounds a corner. You rush over and look around, but she has vanished without a trace. You frown and look at the box, finally noticing a note tucked under the white ribbon:
Life is an immense dream. Why toil?
All day long I drowse with wine,
And lie by the post at the front door.
Awakening, I gaze upon the garden trees,
And, hark, a bird is singing among the flowers.
Pray, what season may this be?
Ah, the songster's a mango-bird,
Singing to the passing wind of spring.
I muse and muse myself to sadness,
Once more I pour my wine, and singing aloud,
Await the bright moonrise.
My song is ended--
What troubled my soul? I remember not.
-Bittersweet Anon
Ah, Bittersweet, you return! And once again a beautiful poem graces my inbox. I always enjoy your poems. Thank you for this one. This is absolutely beautiful and is perfect for the season.
To start us off, one of my favorite anons. I love you so much, please never stop filling me with smiles!
Bittersweet Anon"
Talking excitedly with your fellow Gaians, you never noticed the young woman standing close by. She begins to walk past and suddenly shoves a red box into your hands before rushing off. You stare after her in surprise, only catching a glimpse of her red shirted back and long black and gold hair before she rounds a corner. You rush over and look around, but she has vanished without a trace. You frown and look at the box, finally noticing a note tucked under the white ribbon:
Life is an immense dream. Why toil?
All day long I drowse with wine,
And lie by the post at the front door.
Awakening, I gaze upon the garden trees,
And, hark, a bird is singing among the flowers.
Pray, what season may this be?
Ah, the songster's a mango-bird,
Singing to the passing wind of spring.
I muse and muse myself to sadness,
Once more I pour my wine, and singing aloud,
Await the bright moonrise.
My song is ended--
What troubled my soul? I remember not.
-Bittersweet Anon
Ah, Bittersweet, you return! And once again a beautiful poem graces my inbox. I always enjoy your poems. Thank you for this one. This is absolutely beautiful and is perfect for the season.