pour down your warmth, great sun!
while we bask, we two together.

two together!
winds blow south, or winds blow north.
day come white, or night come black,
home, or rivers and mountains from home,
singing all the time, minding no time,
while we two keep together.

Walt Whitman

1 comment:

  1. I like these pictures. thanks for including me in your blog dearest love.


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