not say if this
dark sea
of unexpected quiet, soft
shelter serves me
or increases the melancholy gray days
not the sky just opened
the warm afternoon sun is the leaden horizon
the sweetness stealing longing
sore sorrow that imprisons, delaying a revival of fragrances
to the warmth of a dream.
of unexpected quiet, soft
shelter serves me
or increases the melancholy gray days
not the sky just opened
the warm afternoon sun is the leaden horizon
the sweetness stealing longing
sore sorrow that imprisons, delaying a revival of fragrances
to the warmth of a dream.
Gustav Klimt
0 comments:
Post a Comment