Wednesday, January 29, 2014
The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Mrs Black the shoppe keeping cat
January 30, 2014 at 1:57 AM
Poignant photographs, perfect use of light and grey. I love the poem too. x
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