Sunday, October 29, 2017
Saturday, October 28, 2017
Danse Macabre
The winter wind blows and the night is dark;
Moans are heard in the linden trees.
Through the gloom, white skeletons pass,
Running and leaping in their shrouds.
- Henri Cazalis
Moans are heard in the linden trees.
Through the gloom, white skeletons pass,
Running and leaping in their shrouds.
- Henri Cazalis
Friday, October 20, 2017
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