avarielwings | (no subject)

I declare this post one of random spamming, from all of you.

Notifications are off, so comment until you hit the limit. About anything you want.

No, actually.

Shel Silverstein, a line at a time.

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,

Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,

Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,

And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed.

Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets,

And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow.

Once, I spoke the language of the flowers ...

... how did it go?