Ah! listen the song of storm from my disturbed soul;and it scatters flower buds into its lonely halls;like every pain needs a dirge,with wreaths that awful the world framed one for me,and gives the time it calls.
awful
bitter-thoughts
blood
buds
catter
deathnote
dirge
flower
garland
last-days
lifelost
lonely
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pain
poesy
pounding
quotes
senselessness
society
society-denial
soul
soul-searching-poison
storm
suffering
suicide
suicidial
throbs
time-travel
traveling
venusandcrepuscle
venuslover
visionary
world
wreath
About This Quote
About Nithin Purple, Venus and Crepuscule: Beauty and Violence on Me Thrown
Nithin Purple, Venus and Crepuscule: Beauty and Violence on Me Thrown.
Themes
- Soul — The inner self, consciousness, and spiritual essence