01-23-2011, 08:14 AM
If I am winter,
you're the spring
which takes my crown,
when my reign of terror
is spent. How I love you
for your light, your gentle
rains and loving mists,
and how I wish
I could destroy it
with my early dark.
you're the spring
which takes my crown,
when my reign of terror
is spent. How I love you
for your light, your gentle
rains and loving mists,
and how I wish
I could destroy it
with my early dark.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe