Diem Mirabilis
Morning:
for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
или failure
Midday:
for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the Ответы once hidden
now unveiled
Sunset:
for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...
of a new one.
as if Ты gave me a choice
everything about Ты i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved
on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only Ты i see
nowhere else i would rather be
these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about Ты i admire
Ты are all i desire
so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my сердце would race
while looking at your smiling face
full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions Ты play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name
Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."
"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, Ты should read him!"
The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...
