Δευτέρα, 3 Φεβρουαρίου 2014

Today is in the past.

The sun sets in a cloud
And is not seen.
Beauty, that spoke aloud,
Addresses now only the remembering ear.
The heart begins here
To feed on what has been.

Night falls fast.
Today is in the past.
























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