maturation
she danced through time's eternity in a red gown that hung loose flattering a small frame and every bit beneath welcomed, by the touch of a lover and scent of nostalgia her flowers bled often and virtuous
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Sade Olutola
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Love Begins
Peter Solarz

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maturation
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Thomas Bewick, Man Boxing with a Devil, 1784
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A love hotel interior in Tokyo, Japan, 1970
Roses flourish in souls who roam freely
Fall Anatomy (2016-02-22)

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When you say love it sounds so good
Darkness
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguishâd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came and wentâand came, and brought no day, And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation; and all hearts Were chillâd into a selfish prayer for light: And they did live by watchfiresâand the thrones, The palaces of crowned kingsâthe huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumâd, And men were gatherâd round their blazing homes To look once more into each otherâs face; Happy were those who dwelt within the eye Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch: A fearful hope was all the world containâd; Forests were set on fireâbut hour by hour They fell and fadedâand the crackling trunks Extinguishâd with a crashâand all was black. The brows of men by the despairing light Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits The flashes fell upon them; some lay down And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smilâd; And others hurried to and fro, and fed Their funeral piles with fuel, and lookâd up With mad disquietude on the dull sky, The pall of a past world; and then again With curses cast them down upon the dust, And gnashâd their teeth and howlâd: the wild birds shriekâd And, terrified, did flutter on the ground, And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawlâd And twinâd themselves among the multitude, Hissing, but stinglessâthey were slain for food. And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again: a meal was bought With blood, and each sate sullenly apart Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left; All earth was but one thoughtâand that was death Immediate and inglorious; and the pang Of famine fed upon all entrailsâmen Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh; The meagre by the meagre were devourâd, Even dogs assailâd their masters, all save one, And he was faithful to a corse, and kept The birds and beasts and famishâd men at bay, Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead Lurâd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food, But with a piteous and perpetual moan, And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand Which answerâd not with a caressâhe died. The crowd was famishâd by degrees; but two Of an enormous city did survive, And they were enemies: they met beside The dying embers of an altar-place Where had been heapâd a mass of holy things For an unholy usage; they rakâd up, And shivering scrapâd with their cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each otherâs aspectsâsaw, and shriekâd, and diedâ Even of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose brow Famine had written Fiend. The world was void, The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifelessâ A lump of deathâa chaos of hard clay. The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still, And nothing stirrâd within their silent depths; Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea, And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they droppâd They slept on the abyss without a surgeâ The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The moon, their mistress, had expirâd before; The winds were witherâd in the stagnant air, And the clouds perishâd; Darkness had no need Of aid from themâShe was the Universe.
â Darkness (1816), by Lord Byron (1788â1824)
Discrète (1900 / Etching) - Albert Besnard
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Ruins of Bolton Abbey (1834 / Etching on chine collÊ) - George Cuitt II
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