BY CZESLAW MILOSZ
Winter came as it does in this valley.
After eight dry months rain fell
And the mountains, straw-colored, turned green for a while.
In the canyons where gray laurels
Graft their stony roots to granite,
Streams must have filled the dried-up creek beds.
Ocean winds churned…
myblueaddiction: Train yourself to let him go. Avoid getting too attached especially when you’re uncertain of his feelings for you. So that when the time comes that you really need to let go of him, it won’t be as hard as you’ve imagined.
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