The storm has passed, and a branch of white roses
Through the window I breathe the scent.
Even the grass is full of transparent tears,
And the thunder in the distance thunder peal…
20 May 1899
The storm has passed, and a branch of white roses
Through the window I breathe the scent.
Even the grass is full of transparent tears,
And the thunder in the distance thunder peal…
20 May 1899
