That’s about mood. My EverSwinging Mood. Lol…This is how I am – when I feel good, I’d come out from under the leaf I’m normally hiding and then – SomeoneHelpToStopMe. And when I feel blue, I would hide behind some poetry or music or other artistic plagiarism that conviniently turns up for my needs. Or […]
A little piece of poetry…A Mood…The Harlot’s House[by Oscar Wilde]We caught the tread of dancing feet,We loitered down the moonlit street,And stopped beneath the harlot’s house.Inside, above the din and fray,We heard the loud musicians playThe `Treues Liebes Herz’ of Strauss.Like strange mechanical grotesques,Making fantastic arabesques,The shadows raced across the blind.We watched the ghostly dancers
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