...it reflects, when I'm silent and have no colours to spill out...
Thursday, December 31, 2009
End of Season
"Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?" #... Reluctance - Robert Frost ...#
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