The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling.
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

-W.Shakespeare

Monday, 17 December 2012

Boys Don’t Cry


What is the greater force? 
When a man holds back his tear,
And a women lets hers tear. 
Like the weight of a river against a dam, 
Or the force of the river burst from a dame. 
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