Oscar Wilde
... Nature, whose sweet rains fall of just and unjust alike,will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide,and secret valleys in whose silenceI may weep undetected. She will hang the night with stars so that I maywalk abroad in the darkness without stumbling,and send the wind over myfootprints so that none may track me to my hurt:she will cleanse me ingreat waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.-- Oscar Wilde, -- "De Profundis"
You are a wonderful poet, I'm glad I found you. Thanks for the link.
ReplyDeleteAbrazos,
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