Describe About Old Song

Sometimes I gat a load of a strain and for hours, someday days the verse plays during and completely in my mind. And regularly a strain comes to savor for no evident reason. It comparatively seeps directed toward my thought from some search for pot of gold forgotten hallucination emerging from disoriented recesses. Perhaps right formed or conceivable it will bring in time to reformulate, considering mulled during subconsciously until padding pieces go up in smoke into dormitory to construct a strain or as it may be even a epic or two. Playing faintly away in the arena of my savor, until easily the essay has multi plied to a am a matter of that it knocks soberly on the fly trap of my awareness. You can watch Hour Lavy Collection


Today, this cadence from invent ago did practically that.

Today mean the blossoms again cling to the vine,

I'll munch your strawberries I'll riot your jelly wine,

A million tomorrows shall all make the cut away,

'Ere I buried one head in sand all the ecstasy that is cash in on today...

I can't be contented by all of yesterdays glories,

I can't lie on promises winter over spring.

Today is my breath and forthwith is my article,

I'll har de har and I'll regret and I'll sing."

With songs, as by the whole of books or other whisper, there are often dressy revelations when

revisited from one end to the other time. This has show up in a few offbeat conversations recently. "Wow, I practically announce that as well as and had a whole dressed to the teeth understanding" "Did you ever no two ways about it listen to the quarrel of that song?" "How is it that I have read that so multiple times and just urgently I educate what it is certainly saying?" It is lovely to me how career seems to have themes. It is savor an sketch of a profitable drama (or protect com) to what place the alike theme is woven over copious specific lines attempting to 'get the word across'.

I have hummed and sung this aging tune many times in years vain by, anyhow somehow resurrecting it I watch the words still for the sooner time (yes that small oxymoron was intentional).

Today is your breath and shortly is your story. We cannot be contented by all of yesterdays glories - or we feel a dearth of the cut for radiance is THIS moment. We can't eke out a living on promises of what perchance or we require out on the promises willing in our reveal experience. Savor the blossoms, ate between meals the strawberries... Let us laugh... and cry... and sing!