Leave all your Love and your Longing behind.

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No words today - at least not mine.





"Sweet, there is nothing left to say
     But this, that love is never lost,
Keen Winter* stabs the breasts of May
     Whose crimson roses burn her* frost,
          Ships tempest-tossed
Will find harbour in some bay,
          And so we may."

Excerpt from "Her Voice" by Oscar Wilde

Illustrations:
-Angela Trentin
-Raphael Vicenzi







Enjoy your day - or what's left  of it depending on where you are in the world.
xxxx
Claire






*slight changes for fitting my mood, meaning and mind.