Dedicate to
Herewith bequaths and ode to the transient hour; to the fire of spring
devouring the bud to evolve into the flower; to fables agreed upon
considered as history; to summer fading as winter gains its victory. As the
splendours of summer subside, the winds after storms don't abide. As night
comes the day will hide; waves along the shore are pushed aside.
devouring the bud to evolve into the flower; to fables agreed upon
considered as history; to summer fading as winter gains its victory. As the
splendours of summer subside, the winds after storms don't abide. As night
comes the day will hide; waves along the shore are pushed aside.
by Hercolena Oliver June 16, 2010