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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.
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.