'One Art'
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Saturday, January 30, 2010 - 6:36 AM
Silence is heavy. Sitting all alone in a dark room, empty mind yet solid soul ! I seems to be tore up into thousands of pieces that could not be united. Look into the mirror, my reflection is not the whole, somehow here and there something is missing...If we are human beings born to suffer agonies of loosing, should we shake its hand or leave this life to escape from it?
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
-Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
The art of losing's not too hard to master
Though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
(Elizabeth Bishop)
Be strong! -For what? -Why not?- Nope, I don't need to try to be strong since I was born STRONG by instinct. - ??? Can't swallow your idea! - Oh, it's great, people don't like who can read their mind. Love ya!