Aug 17, 2024 | Fiction, Poetry |
Every day so lovely, shining,up and down, the Sultan’s daughterwalked at evening by the water,where the white fountain splashes. Every day the young slave stoodby the water, in the evening,where the white fountain splashes,each day growing pale and paler. Then the...
Jan 26, 2019 | Lyrics, Toons |
I’ve never thought to do this before, but the lyrics to this song were so beautiful, it seemed important to share them. Death is real Someone’s there and then they’re not And it’s not for singing about It’s not for making into art When...