Maxioms by Conrad Aiken
I love you, what star do you live on?
I love you, what star do you live on?
Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now read more
Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.
And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leavesInterlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlightTo divide us forever.
And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leavesInterlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlightTo divide us forever.
