Ciao That is beautiful. There is a poet named Charles Bruce and he wrote a small book of poems in 1927 called Wild Apples (if u r interested in knowing more about him u can Google him) Every poem in the book seems like he is talking through your mind or vise versa. The last page of the book has this little poem. The little dusky stars that cry In starry song, their mirth and pain, Are friendly to the childish heart That listens in the splashing rain. But all the big revengeful stars Are purposeful in Life's Design---- So all the big bright stars are yours; And all the little stars are mine.
I always enjoy your blogs.. They are so deep and personal, yet, I feel I understand
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Ciao That is beautiful.
There is a poet named Charles Bruce and he wrote a small book of poems in 1927 called Wild Apples (if u r interested in knowing more about him u can Google him) Every poem in the book seems like he is talking through your mind or vise versa.
The last page of the book has this little poem.
The little dusky stars that cry
In starry song, their mirth and pain,
Are friendly to the childish heart
That listens in the splashing rain.
But all the big revengeful stars
Are purposeful in Life's Design----
So all the big bright stars are yours;
And all the little stars are mine.
I always enjoy your blogs.. They are so deep and personal, yet, I feel I understand
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