April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
T. S. EliotThere will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.
T. S. EliotApril is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
T. S. EliotThere will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.
T. S. Eliot