The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches. – e.e. cummings
though love be a day and life be nothing, it shall not stop kissing. – e.e. cummings
The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches. – e.e. cummings
though love be a day and life be nothing, it shall not stop kissing. – e.e. cummings
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud. And the sky of the sky of a tree called life; Which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart. I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart. – e.e. cummings
The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour. – Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers