Times Song


All that’s bright must fade

All that’s sweet – now weary

Stale, flat – the sweetest rain

Ravished like unenchanted harmony

And knows where all began, all end

There is nothing – O time

Who changes all to his sweetness

Come what come may

From hour to hour, we rot and rot

As we bear blossoms of the dead

To slowly ever to decay

Times song, whose breath

Leads to death

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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