Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon coeur
D'une langueur
Monotone.
Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l'heure,
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens
Et je pleure;
Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
Deçà, delà,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.
i know it is springtime now and today's weather was beautiful, but this poem came to mind tonight. i really love this poem by paul verlaine and you all should just listen to someone read it in french, its beautiful. but what ive really been thinking about is how time is flying by so crazy fast, i cant believe. i will soon be a senior and will soon be in new york and will soon be a bridesmaid in my best friends wedding. wasnt it just yesterday i was learning to drive in the old mini van in the west valley college parking lot? i remember as a senior in high school thinking it would be forever til we were finally off to college but now it seems like these past three years have just flown by. we will see what changes the next couple of years bring.
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