VrijMiBo, maar hou het netjes
Delight is as the flight—
Or in the Ratio of it,
As the Schools would say—
The Rainbow's way—
A Skein
Flung colored, after Rain,
Would suit as bright,
Except that flight
Were Aliment—
"If it would last"
I asked the East,
When that Bent Stripe
Struck up my childish
Firmament—
And I, for glee,
Took Rainbows, as the common way,
And empty Skies
The Eccentricity—
And so with Lives—
And so with Butterflies—
Seen magic—through the fright
That they will cheat the sight—
And Dower latitudes far on—
Some sudden morn—
Our portion— in the fashion—
Done –
Prettig weekend. En be nice.
Reaguursels
Dit wil je ook lezen
StamCafé. Waar is eigenlijk het meisje dat mandarijnen verkoopt
Mandarijnen, sinaasappels, maar daar gaat het niet per se om
