“What Love there is
in dark!”
,exclaimed the wind.
“What Peace is there
in night!”
,cried the ground.
“What Safety there is
in silence!”
,the faucet dripped.
While
the man, with -
white knuckle grip,
hugged his covers
round.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
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