Charles Baudelaire Quote
Evening harmonybehold the times when trembling on their stems the flowers evaporate like thuriblesthe sounds and scents turn in the evening cool;sad waltz, languid intoxication!the flowers evaporate like thuriblesthe viol quivers like a heart that's tornsad waltz, languid intoxication!the sky is sad like some memorial.the viol quivers like a heart that's torna heart that hates the void perpetual!the sky is sad like some memorialthe sun has drowned in it's vermilliona heart that hates the void perpetualrecalls each glowing moment of times gone!
Charles Baudelaire
Evening harmonybehold the times when trembling on their stems the flowers evaporate like thuriblesthe sounds and scents turn in the evening cool;sad waltz, languid intoxication!the flowers evaporate like thuriblesthe viol quivers like a heart that's tornsad waltz, languid intoxication!the sky is sad like some memorial.the viol quivers like a heart that's torna heart that hates the void perpetual!the sky is sad like some memorialthe sun has drowned in it's vermilliona heart that hates the void perpetualrecalls each glowing moment of times gone!