tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664938575058934594.post5723644010895162935..comments2023-10-20T11:14:39.868-03:00Comments on Hella Heaven: Brand new moonAnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05742171327602935061noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664938575058934594.post-62078537596331021382012-01-04T05:01:30.798-02:002012-01-04T05:01:30.798-02:00Thank you Balqis.
I just found this comment at &qu...Thank you Balqis.<br />I just found this comment at "Spam".<br />I'm glad I found it cause your opinion means a lot to e.<br />:)Anahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05742171327602935061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664938575058934594.post-41930985115306288902011-12-30T02:44:22.162-02:002011-12-30T02:44:22.162-02:00Ana, this is me. I think you wanted to thank Prime...Ana, this is me. I think you wanted to thank Prime. :)<br /><br />A very nice piece of poetry. The image reminds me of the lunar eclipse which happened this year. I was watching it. So amazing! :)<br /><br />Thanks for sharing. :)Balqis DBJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12820944505205109463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664938575058934594.post-20916966847867739402011-12-29T08:12:44.359-02:002011-12-29T08:12:44.359-02:00Thank you Balqis and Clauds and Daffodils.
I love ...Thank you Balqis and Clauds and Daffodils.<br />I love Daffodils... :)Anahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05742171327602935061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664938575058934594.post-4377396634753601502011-12-28T19:25:46.866-02:002011-12-28T19:25:46.866-02:00Thank you! Boxing the moon made me remember anothe...Thank you! Boxing the moon made me remember another poem:<br /><br />Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,<br />Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,<br />Silence the pianos and with muffled drum<br />Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. <br /><br />Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead<br />Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,<br />Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,<br />Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. <br /><br />He was my North, my South, my East and West,<br />My working week and my Sunday rest,<br />My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;<br />I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.<br /><br />The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;<br />Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;<br />Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.<br />For nothing now can ever come to any good.<br /><br />By Auden.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08872734593349397147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1664938575058934594.post-74124372863977256482011-12-28T12:28:28.509-02:002011-12-28T12:28:28.509-02:00This is a nice poetry my friend... I love reading ...This is a nice poetry my friend... I love reading this and the picture really captivates my eyes :)Prime Aquehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09583443734813526011noreply@blogger.com