Said the firefly to the bumble-bee.
Don't fly away from me,
my little bumble-bee.
You always fear the worst,
my little bumble-bee.
You could never hurt me,
my little bumble-bee.
'Till death do us part,
my little bumble-bee.
I will light your way.
Said firefly to the bumble-bee.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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| Seasonal Lust | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| Music | 3 | 04/29/2010 |
| Said the firefly to the bumble-bee. | 0 | 04/19/2010 |
| alone | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| ode to… | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| No time, love | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| soulmates | 1 | 07/14/2009 |
| Inside | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
| Us | 1 | 05/17/2009 |
| Rebellion | 0 | 05/17/2009 |
| Fading | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
| Judgments | 1 | 05/15/2009 |
| Witches | 2 | 05/15/2009 |
| In Plain Sight | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
| Luna | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
| sol solis | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
| The gateway | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| a new kind of love | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
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