New Year's eve is like every other night;
there is no pause in the march of the universe,
no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage
of
another twelve months may be noted
and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with
the
coming of darkness on other nights.~ Anonymous
1 comment:
Ilove that picture and i love that poem! Melancholy yet beautiful.
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