The Silent Withering
Where is there an end of it, the soundless wailing, The silent withering of autumn flowers Dropping their petals and remaining motionless; The Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot. The latest…
Where is there an end of it, the soundless wailing, The silent withering of autumn flowers Dropping their petals and remaining motionless; The Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot. The latest…