by Gertrude Stein
What is the current that makes machinery, that makes it crackle, what is the current that presents a long line and a necessary waist.60 more words
When the sea has devoured the ships,
And the spires and the towers
Have gone back to the hills.
And all the cities
Are one with the plains again. 92 more words
I dislike short days and long nights. My favourite part of the day is that grey-pink you get at dawn when the darkness of the sky begins to lift away and the sun comes up. 194 more words