Nature Confides

Nature confides the vane defines the wind. Solace in sorrow this eternal heart ephemeral we deem,we dream … A spectral power thought that walks alone. such sweet possessions lands of consciousness... A pallid land, beyond the sea crimson children playing in the west... Today has been fair tonight still very blue tomorrow cold asleep,the wind blows.. A simple call gentle in my ear a melody sweet if I could see.. Summer's supple glove apples fast, cider almost done Fall has been here... Delay the frost coax the flowers shadows silent, sleep dying day... Nature confides the vane defines the wind. A phrasis from emily d letters