Languor Leaves the Leaves
Languorously the old man leafs
Through pages of the well read book.
The wind outside moves the soft leaves
Above the meandering brook.
Unfulfilled, he turns and leaves.
Languor Leaves the Leaves
Languorously the old man leafs
Through pages of the well read book.
The wind outside moves the soft leaves
Above the meandering brook.
Unfulfilled, he turns and leaves.
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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