Musings on life, love and everything in-between
City dweller. Perennial student. Hopelessly in love with love.
Likes: Shakespeare. John Keats. Jane Austen. Poetry and prose. Monet. Van Gogh. Klimt.
Loves: Tea. Dark chocolate. Paris. Venice. And the way the autumn breeze caresses the leaves that linger on almost-bare trees.
Likes: Shakespeare. John Keats. Jane Austen. Poetry and prose. Monet. Van Gogh. Klimt.
Loves: Tea. Dark chocolate. Paris. Venice. And the way the autumn breeze caresses the leaves that linger on almost-bare trees.
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Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
William Wordsworth
The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.
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Alan Rickman’s reading of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130. Beautiful.
