The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary...
Extract from The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
2 comments:
well, this poem is... I like it, and I hope not to ever find the reason why I like things, so that I can always be surprised.
Thank you!
br.Freddie
Hello Freddie ... and I very much like your unique way of liking things. I have come across your blog - in the past - on browsing the lovely fmn's writings and I will call in soon. It's really good to find you here :)
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