He sees her walking.
She is alone, lost in thought.
His mind becomes like empty.
She walks, through his mind.
He thinks about time and life.
Eternity, beyond grasp.
He sees her walking. She is alone, lost in thought. His mind becomes like empty. She walks, through his mind. He thinks about time and life. Eternity, beyond grasp. |
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"Religion used to try,
That vast, moth-eaten musical brocade
Created to pretend we never die,"
From: Philip Larkin's "Aubade"
--
"Religion used to try,
That vast, moth-eaten musical brocade
Created to pretend we never die,"
From: Philip Larkin's "Aubade"
--
"Religion used to try,
That vast, moth-eaten musical brocade
Created to pretend we never die,"
From: Philip Larkin's "Aubade"
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