O Captin, My Captin, you will be missed!!

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.


O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.


My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! My Captain!
- Walt Whittman

Vuoi bere un tè con me?

Me
Arwa
Italian
It's a date

the look of love

the rush of blood

Do not stand
By my grave, and weep,
I am not there,
I do not sleep

I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.

As you awake with morning's hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the day transcending night.

Do not stand
By my grave, and cry
I am not there,
I did not die.

Clare Harner - Immortality

MD
1999-2024
https://t.me/MDevoid

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

-Oscar Wilde

It's the things we do, or the things we must

ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴜssᴇᴅ
sᴏ ɢᴏ sʟᴇᴇᴘ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴜsᴛ.

Telegram feels like a hollow shell of broken dreams without his memes