The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
I'd like to hear five recordings of Louis Armstrong playing and singing What Did I Do to Be so Black and Blue-all at the same time. Sometimes now I listen to Louis while I have my favorite dessert of...
(a.) Alt. of Poetical
Cara signora Milena,la giornata è molto breve, con Lei e soltanto con qualche altra inezia è bell'e passata e terminata. E' molto se rimane un po' di tempo per scrivere alla vera Milena perché quella...
Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you...
Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other... I know I've spent each life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you but you, for your s...
Wings of a half finished book across his chest.
The grave casts long shadows, Iron Lord, Mirri said. Long and dark, and in the end no light can hold them back.