Without you

August 22, 2013  •  Leave a Comment

Pierillumination A boat at midnight sent alone
  To drift upon the moonless sea.
    A lute, whose leading chord is gone,
      A wounded bird, that hath but one
        Imperfect wing to soar upon,
          Are like what I am, without thee.
      - Thomas Moore
        Loves of the Angels--Second Angel's Story 


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