My room and this distance,
awake upon the darkening land,
are one. I am a string
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into the old abysses around which heaven swells through narrow imploring rifts.Most deserving The Classic Poem Of The Day! Congratulations with the TCPOTD
Es sind Geigenkörper voller murmelnder Dunkelheit, in denen weibliche Träume weinen, in denen sich der Grauen der ganzen Generationen im Schlaf rührt..
He has the gift of words- -he glories in them, he gifts them to us, such magnificence.
As desegno does in painting, idea shows itself the most important ingredient of great poetry. This idea's a good one.
Without dancing we can dance in mind when we see the starry things with beautiful mind. Many of us seek light to win in life.