. oneONEoneONE . one . ONE . one . ONEone .
. ONEoneONE . oneONE . one . ONE . oneONEone .
. ONE . one . ONE . one . ONE ,
. oneONE . oneONEoneONE .
. one . ONEone .
Tomorrow. Only this one day before we start,
tomorrow. A single day. One.
The power of one.
Only one.
ONE.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, /
Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit /
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, /
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
No comments:
Post a Comment