“ At night I dream of things I scoff at by day. ”
They were full of mysteries and secrets, like... like poems turned into landscapes.'Poems turned into landscapes.' he murmured with a slight smile. And what of Vestenveld's gardens? Do you see poems in them?Your gardens are like your country's poetry. Very frilly and organized.
~ Jaclyn Dolamore
Sometimes, before you make any plans or resolutions, before you declare your heroic intent to persevere, you just have to cry.
