It's not morning, night is not, it's not time!
In the glare of our eyes, though, we fade.
But the red evening is like the aurora
And forgetting the night-brings over the day!
classic poetry by Gerard de Nerval
It's not morning, night is not, it's not time!
In the glare of our eyes, though, we fade.
But the red evening is like the aurora
And forgetting the night-brings over the day!
classic poetry by Gerard de Nerval