My child, my sister, dream,
How sweet all things would seem,
Were we in that kind land to live together, And there love slow and long, There love and die among, Those scenes that image you, That sumptuous weather, Drowned suns that glimmer there, through cloud-dishevelled air, Move me with such a mystery as appears, Within those other skies, Of your treacherous eyes, When I behold them shining through their tears...baudelaire
Dec 7, 2012
New York New York
As I sit and ponder
I find myself in a dither
and i wither in my dither
wither weather how wow....
1 comment:
Wow Love that Baudelaire quote!
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