Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On

"Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great glove itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep."

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Saturday, November 26, 2005

New Idea?

originally i decided to create this link so that i could have a separate place to publish my poems. i tend to write alot of them.

somehow i forgot about this idea, and started posting poetry on my other site anyway. so maybe that idea has been killed.



gentle are
the whispers of the
night stalker

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