Languor Leaves the Leaves
Languorously the old man leafs
Through pages of the well read book.
The wind outside moves the soft leaves
Above the meandering brook.
Unfulfilled, he turns and leaves.
Languor Leaves the Leaves
Languorously the old man leafs
Through pages of the well read book.
The wind outside moves the soft leaves
Above the meandering brook.
Unfulfilled, he turns and leaves.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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