entropicon: The Fountains Smoke


The fountains smoke and yet no flames they show;
Stars shine all night, though undiscerned by day;
And trees do spring, yet are not seen to grow;
And shadows move, although they seem to stay.
In Winter’s woe is buried Summer’s bliss,
And Love loves most where Love most secret is.

The stillest…

entropicon: The Fountains Smoke

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