Notes
Fall, Leaves, Fall
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
- Emily Brontë, A Poem for Every Night of the Year.
Art by Elentori: https://twitter.com/Elentori/status/988939397369421824
1 comment on How Wild the Wind Blows
lumpus99 October 09, 2018
cewl
⃠Nietzsche's Peaches October 09, 2018
@lumpus99 tnx
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