Quote from : Bronte: Poems Book

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night’s decay Ushers in a drearier day. Post to Facebook 222222222 Post to Twitter Post to Google+ Post to Pinterest Post to Blogger Add to Tumblr Add to LinkedIn


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