amatesura: He comes with western winds, with evening’s wandering airs, With that clear dusk of heave
amatesura: He comes with western winds, with evening’s wandering airs, With that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars. Winds take a pensive tone, and stars a tender fire, And visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire. To Walk Invisible (2016) | dir. Sally Wainwright -- source link