03/27/2007 by Cosmographia Books
all nearness pauses,while a star can grow
all distance breathes a final dream of bells; -e.e. cummings
Posted in all nearness pauses, cummings, love, poem of the day, poetry, Write, Writer | 1 Comment
I trust you would not mind if I placed a part of this on my univeristy blog?
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I trust you would not mind if I placed a part of this on my univeristy blog?