I thought today could be the day ...

[dorkkula]

 There will be no rose and rhododendron

When you are dead and underground;

Still will be heard from white Syringas

Heavy with bees, a sunny sound;

Still will the tamaracks be raining.

After the rain has ceased, and still

Will there be robbins in the stubble,

Brown sheep upon the warm, green hill.

Spring will not ail, nor autumn falter

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[dorkkula]

Yea, that's definitely true. I think I got into the habit of not writing so when the rare chance occurs and I attempt to write something down the logical side of my brain freaks out and goes, "What the hell are you thinking?? I don't do this anymore."

Don't worry, Logic won't win, I promise! ;)