I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.
I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.
a definition of poetry "imaginary gardens with real toads in them"
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