"Others, I am not the first,Have willed more mischief than they durst:If in the breathless night I tooShiver now, 'tis nothing new.More than I, if trut...
June suns, you cannot store themTo warm the winter's cold,The lad that hopes for heavenShall fill his mouth with mould.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
June suns, you cannot store themTo warm the winter's cold,The lad that hopes for heavenShall fill hi...
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