Because a vision softly creeping
Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain… Continue reading
Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain… Continue reading
I sincerely hope that I do not offended Mr. Alex Webb by subtitling this post after one of his books. Regular readers here know that I make no attempts to hide the fact that… Continue reading