like autumn, now, i breathe her in,
a pleasure sweet and sure —
she is the firstborn of my thoughts,
a primogeniture
of everything i hope to know
of love in life’s duration —
like autumn, she surrounds me now:
both excess and
privation
Other People's Feelings
like autumn, now, i breathe her in,
a pleasure sweet and sure —
she is the firstborn of my thoughts,
a primogeniture
of everything i hope to know
of love in life’s duration —
like autumn, she surrounds me now:
both excess and
privation