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poem

flying words..
  • I wonder sometime…

    For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief.

    • Poetry
    • Satire
    1 min read


I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights