... and it always comes round to this September (Hermann - TopicsExpress



          

... and it always comes round to this September (Hermann Hesse) The garden mourns. The flowers fill with cold rain. Summer shivers in the chill of its dying domain. Yet summer smiles, enraptured by the garden’s dreamy aphasia as gold, drop by drop, falls from the tall acacia. With a final glance at the roses– too weak to care, it longs for peace– then, with darkness wherever it gazes, summer slips into sleep.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 16:37:46 +0000

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