Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. – William Wordsworth
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold. – William Wordsworth
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. – William Wordsworth
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold. – William Wordsworth
That best portion of a mans life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. – William Wordsworth
The best portion of a good mans life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love. – William Wordsworth