a free cat at my friend’s dorm.
we care her, i play her. even though no one knows her name.
some of my friends called her Elizabeth.
tiger, tiger, burning bright
in the forests of the night,
what immortal hand or eye
could frame thy fearful symmetry ?
– William Blake
PS. i really miss the time that i can spend all of my rest day
for reading my favorite poets’ poetries : )
such as Oscar Wilde, Wordsworth, Sylvia Plath,
W.Blake, Keats and Lawrence..
oh girls i’m fucking love them all..