Some days are just days that other people's words are greater than my own. When there is just nothing left and my words cant formulate into sentences. When everything is chaotic and there's no breath left to breath. On those days the words of others seem to provoke thoughts and wonderings about new things that keep my mind off of the current and constant bothering of the things I've for now put in the back of my mind.
This is one of my favorite poems.
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
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