Tuesday, February 24, 2009

From a poem

Each nurse patched her soul to a wound and disappeared.
Sylvia Plath, from Waking in Winter

2 comments:

BLACK AND WHITE said...

Welcome to Winter Walk Time and vibrations of our soul

IstvanBloggin' said...

Hi BlackAndWhite.
Yes, we must use what was left of winter's vibrations. And at the end of winter, its sceneries are maybe the strongest.