I have heard the sunset song of the birches,
A white melody in the silence,
I have seen a quarrel of the pines.
At nightfall
The little grasses have rushed by me
With the wind men.
"These things I have lived", quoth the maniac,
"Possessing only eyes and ears.
But you ---
You don green spectacles before you look at roses."
2 comments:
Nice snap of the streetlights.
Thank you, Deep Sea.
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