Mws R posted: " Music, when soft voices dieVibrates in the memory--Odoures, when sweet violets sickenLive within the sense they quicken.Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,Love itself shall slumber "
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Wednesday, June 30, 2021
[New post] Poem Share~ P.B. Shelley
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