mine eye hath play'd the painter


It is the first mild day of March.
Love, now a universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth:
--It is the hour of feeling.

William Wordsworth


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2 comments:

  1. giardigno654.3.13

    splendida, come mi sei mancata !

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  2. girlontape5.3.13

    che carino che sei! anch'io mi sono mancata hahaha

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