Why is it,
the long slow stroke of the midnight bell,
(Will it never finish the twelve?)
falls again and again on my heart with a heavy reproach?
– D. H. Lawrence
verloren im surrealen der Realität. Ertränkt durch das Leben.
Why is it,
the long slow stroke of the midnight bell,
(Will it never finish the twelve?)
falls again and again on my heart with a heavy reproach?
– D. H. Lawrence