Tuesday, November 08, 2005

spectacles

Does anyone remember the time I gave the word "spectacle" to be used in a poem or prose... but we could just never come up with one?

After all these years, someone did it yesterday, in a matter of 10mins! And beautifully too. (genius)

Thank you. :)

love is a many splendoured thing
spectacled visions - which zephyrs doth hide
closely guarded by thy splendour of thy night
without of great turbulent waves of light,
man chews thy cud oblivious of bite
of an insect so potent it just really might
put all into perspective unless thou gripe
into thy fallacies of life thou would then delight
of love - many a splendoured thing thou would invite..

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

*neah neah neah*

11:05 AM  

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