Jul 2015
As I walk through the door,
Auden tells me to turn off the lights,
I dismantle the moon, put out the stars
But I wish he hadn't left.
Auden tells me to turn off the lights,
I dismantle the moon, put out the stars
But I wish he hadn't left.
Four lines and an ode to WH Auden.
(Bulgaria)
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