"The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.

Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.

I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly

As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.

I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions."

-Sylvia Plath, from "Tulips"


Song: Yfirborð by Sigur Ros

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Published 262 days ago
StatusReleased
PlatformsHTML5
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Authoreastoned
Tagslandscape, poetry