Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping — plucking — smiling — flying – Do the Buds to them belong? Angels, when the sun is hottest May be seen the sands among, Stooping — plucking — sighing — flying – Parched the flowers they bear along. (Emily Dickinson) 18. Januar 2012 von Fidi Schreibe einen Kommentar …
