This morning I found the stars
which had fallen from the sky overnight
in the field next door
Reality is the invention of unimaginative people
which had fallen from the sky overnight
in the field next door
Reality is the invention of unimaginative people
Echt mooi
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there is a poem about this (by anon I believe)
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so i give it to you
- sarah:
DAISIES
At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white,
that dot the meadows of the night.
And often when I'm dreaming so,
across the sky the moon will go;
It is a lady sweet and fair,
who comes to gather daisies there.
For when at morning i arise,
there's not a star left in the skies;
She's picked them all and dropped them down
into the meadows of the town.