
When it is night, you imagine
every star to be a pillar
of fire. When it is day, the column
of cloud is mistaken
for a mirage.

It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon
It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon
1 comment:
I really liked this.
Beautiful colors!
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