I didn’t slap you, I high fived your face
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.


@настроение: Yeats

@темы: музыка для ушов, Use a metaphor and tell us that your lover is the sky (с), language, вечно ностальгирующий уёбок, накрась меня и налей водки, у меня есть мысль и я её думаю(с)