"She tells of her love while half asleep,
in the dark hours,
with half-words whispered low,
as earth stirs in her winter sleep
and put out grass and flowers
despite the snow
despite the falling snow."
~Robert Graves~
in the dark hours,
with half-words whispered low,
as earth stirs in her winter sleep
and put out grass and flowers
despite the snow
despite the falling snow."
~Robert Graves~
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