Wings, adapted to rise in tempest’s tantrums or tears, have folded, dull with thin wisps of extinguished love. Red candle aflame shone with heat; yet…
TSM 195 — Sorrow’s folded wings
Wings, adapted to rise in tempest’s tantrums or tears, have folded, dull with thin wisps of extinguished love. Red candle aflame shone with heat; yet…
TSM 195 — Sorrow’s folded wings