Sunday, 24 March 2019

Miscellanies 111

What attended the sweetness of my miserable circumstances was her beauty, the finest brightest golden flow of light the universe ever saw. She was not mine but in my heart she was. Although a fantasy and a dream yet very real, as real as my poverty.


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