Don’t run any more.
Quiet.
How softly it rains
On the roofs of the city.
How perfect
All things are…
~ Czeslaw Milosz, After Paradise
Source: Poem- inwardboundpoetry.blogspot.co.uk: Image: strangenumb
I can't sleep…
Don’t run any more.
Quiet.
How softly it rains
On the roofs of the city.
How perfect
All things are…
~ Czeslaw Milosz, After Paradise
Source: Poem- inwardboundpoetry.blogspot.co.uk: Image: strangenumb