nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing
- somewhere by e.e. cummings
Posted 11 months ago
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poetry, ee cummings,
About eloquent as a rattlesnake
g-erti:
i dreamed a dream in time gone by when hope was high and life worth living i dreamed that love would never die
i dreamed a dream in time gone by
when hope was high and life worth living
i dreamed that love would never die
thedramaticsneeze:
hoshigumayuugi: i actually like being up early i just don’t like getting up early YOU PUT THIS IN WORDS
hoshigumayuugi:
i actually like being up early i just don’t like getting up early
YOU PUT THIS IN WORDS
hungarian:
it’d be cool to speak like 20 different languages & keep it a secret from everyone & then during a time of crisis, u could speak...