Guest guest Posted December 1, 2005 Report Share Posted December 1, 2005 Oh, how the day sends the shadows of night into Mourning, aching for starlight I dream in the melancholy of angels I weep in the scents of apple blossoms You rode away on white horses, Pale rider, you left with my savage heart. Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 1, 2005 Report Share Posted December 1, 2005 Nisargadatta , " Anna Ruiz " <nli10u@c...> wrote: > > Oh, how the day sends the shadows of night into > Mourning, aching for starlight > I dream in the melancholy of angels > I weep in the scents of apple blossoms > > You rode away on white horses, > Pale rider, you left with my savage heart. > > Ana > > > savage, humm, could be it's French for wild. oh wild restless heart, wander the meadows, taste of the good fruit of the garden. let not the poisons of the ONE, foil the one. eat right, sleep tight, and freedom flight. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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