Little Ode
My love for you can never die
It’s in the stars, in the sky
It’s in all the things we’ve done
The wind, the rain, the snow, the sun
The proudest thing I have ever won,
is to be the one to call you son.
The happiest time’s I have ever had,
is when I heard you call me Dad.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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| Lies | 0 | 02/04/2014 |
| She | 0 | 08/01/2013 |
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| untitled | 0 | 01/24/2012 |
| The Sadness | 1 | 01/23/2012 |
| last star | 0 | 01/13/2012 |
| SICK | 0 | 01/10/2012 |
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