Wednesday, 29 November 2017
Fall, leaves
I love Brontë, not just because she wrote a poem that resonates with me so much she could've written it after a conversation with me, but for many other things too.
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
Emily Bront
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