Sorrow remembers us when day is done.
It sits in its old chair gently rocking
and singing tenderly in the evening. – Iain Crichton Smith
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‘When Day Is Done’
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Sorrow remembers us when day is done.
It sits in its old chair gently rocking
and singing tenderly in the evening. – Iain Crichton Smith
Categories: Uncategorized