As perfume doth remain
In the folds where it hath lain,
So the thought of you,
remaining Deeply folded in my brain,
Will not leave me: all things leave me:
You remain.
Arthur Symons
~~designed by Pj~~
As perfume doth remain
In the folds where it hath lain,
So the thought of you,
remaining Deeply folded in my brain,
Will not leave me:
all things leave me:
You remain.
Arthur Symons
~~designed by Pj~~