To new storms, to the new Lightning
Disclosed in the lush beauty
All unrequited, all silent
In an unexplained purity.
But a whiff of new storm
Decorate hope boring way,
That in this chaos thunder
I can look into your eyes.
14 April 1900
To new storms, to the new Lightning
Disclosed in the lush beauty
All unrequited, all silent
In an unexplained purity.
But a whiff of new storm
Decorate hope boring way,
That in this chaos thunder
I can look into your eyes.
14 April 1900
