Je te remercie le fave, UKEO!

Je te remercie le fave, Anna Mélia!

Je te remercie le vote, Agatha!

Je te remercie le vote, Pierre!

Je te remercie le vote, Clara!

...and I like yours...MacKey...it's a variation upon the same theme...

Grato pela tua preferêcia, Elsa!

o0o alas we are always a day older than yesterday ;-) oOo

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next day there will be a new morning, Bev

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Nod by Walter De la Mare. 1873

SOFTLY along the road of evening,
In a twilight dim with rose,
Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew
Old Nod, the shepherd, goes.

His drowsy flock streams on before him,
Their fleeces charged with gold,
To where the sun's last beam leans low
On Nod the shepherd's fold.

The hedge is quick and green with briar,
From their sand the conies creep;
And all the birds that fly in heaven
Flock singing home to sleep.

His lambs outnumber a noon's roses,
Yet, when night's shadows fall,
His blind old sheep-dog, Slumber-soon,
Misses not one of all.

His are the quiet steeps of dreamland,
The waters of no-more-pain;
His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars,
"Rest, rest, and rest again."

Many thanks for quotation, Bev.

o0o always we hope ;-) oOo

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o0o I wonder if you have hear this one before ;-) oOo

Ah, as rugas, a idade, o tempo que passou!
Ainda, o cansaço no olhar, inexorável para quem buscou algo mais do que a própria vida poderia lhe dar.
Lindo poema, menino.
Beijos

to be honest, it's the first time I've heard, Bev

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