There once was:
Friday, 1 May 2015
The Non-Facebook Post #79
" On soft Spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There's no need to say another word." - Jack Kerouac
We'll walk the warm Spring nights, under an inky black sky, under the stars. And it will be you and I, in a dream. Through a grassy, rocky meadow enveloped in a delicious darkness. A darkness that needs no words, because a touch is all that's needed. And this will be goodness, golden and etetnal. You and I. In a dream.
Thank God for Kerouac!
"Writing has given me a space to express my innocence. No other world has any use for it." - Natasha Badhwar.
Thank God for Badhwar!
And now there also is:
We'll gaze out, on warm Summer nights, across the valley with flickering city lights, at the peaks of mountains far in the distance rising majestically and fading in a twilit shimmer. And it will, once again, be you and I. Gazing softly into the calm evening. And it will be goodness, golden and eternal. You and I. In yet another dream.
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