Utorak, Februar 01, 2011

turns her head

turns her head bashfully, covers her face with her hands. Her feelings gush forth in a stream of tears she cannot suppress them longer. There is a touching beauty in her face, made more effective by the deplorable condition to which she is reduced. Again she looks upward, and covers her face with her hands her soul seems merged in supplication to the god who rules all things aright. He is a forgiving god. Can he thus direct mans injustice to man, while this poor broken flower thus withers under the bane. Sad, melancholy,

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