APR 25 : 115/365

2018-04-25.web

What is heaven? A globe of dew
Filling in the morning new,
Some eyed flower whose young leaves waken
On an unimagined world;
Constellated suns unshaken,
Orbits measureless, are furled
In that frail and fading sphere,
With ten million gathered there
To tremble, gleam and disappear.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: