The Siren's song burns away the dross, for absolute love empowers absolutely - rendering all falsehoods to nothingness as the echo pulse blasts the unwashed into terminal deafness.
D.H. Lawrence
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
1 comment:
very true, very true...
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