I walked abroad in a snowy day
I asked the soft snow with me to play
she played and she melted in all her prime
and the winter calld it a dreadful crime
William Blake
4 commentaires:
aha...
in behtare!
dar zemn to sonata arctica gush daD?
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این شعر و نقاشی واقعا سرخوشی عجیبی رو منتفل می کنه
مرسی که سر میزنی دوست خوبم
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