"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
Crowfoot, Native American warrior and orator (1821-1890)
The day was torn and grim birds yet began to sing as if they knew nothing’s eternal and old gives way to new that man, one day, will fall ...
No comments:
Post a Comment
Avis sur la chose en question
Feedback on the thing in question