Bandit Aléatoire

Tread lightly, she is near, Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear, The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair, Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair, Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew, She was a woman, so, Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone, She is at rest. Peace, peace, she cannot hear, Lyre or sonnet, All my life's buried here, Heap earth upon it.

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[andantegrazioso-deactivated2018]

Wallflowers | tsvetkova_flowers

[nature-and-culture]

Eiffel Tower via aparisianmoment

[nature-and-culture]

Quai Branly by aparisianmoment

[twelvedaysinparis]

Paris ~The view from here. The Eiffel Tower in the 7th Arrondissement.

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[cosmicheartt]

Morning Light

Zuhair Murad

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Credit @loic801 on Instagram

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[andantegrazioso-deactivated2018]

La vie en rose | hwsevents

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