"For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
~ William Wordsworth ~












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