When night stirred at sea,
An the fire brought a crowd in
They say that her beauty
Was music in mouth
And few in the candlelight
Thought her too proud,
For the house of the planter
Is known by the trees.
Men that had seen her
Drank deep and were silent,
The women were speaking
Wherever she went --
As a bell that is rung
Or a wonder told shyly
And O she was the Sunday
In every week.
Austin Clarke
may you have a lovely and blessed weekend!
happy weekend kar! although indi naman di weekend hehehe
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Hope all is well...remember I'm just a phone call away?
Halong gid sang maayo day!
Did you find the "book" that I told you? Let me know what you think...
helow butitits hihi =)
ReplyDelete@ ANNE: waaahh ehihih ikaw man oki lang betta late than nevah kuno mo..salamat sa pagbisita!
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Yes gin bakal ko na! salamat guid!
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