jkirkendall, 4 months ago “Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow #Poetry #PoetryLovers #buddha #Snow
“Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#Poetry #PoetryLovers #buddha #Snow
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