The ending of the night. Bids the healing of wounds to be much more furious in the day.
the sun is not bidding us pleasure.
But heat.
fire.
a departure.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The ending of the night. Bids the healing of wounds to be much more furious in the day.
the sun is not bidding us pleasure.
But heat.
fire.
a departure.