Sympathetic Horror
From that sky livid, bizarre as your tortured destiny, what thoughts fill your empty heart, Freethinker, answer me. Insatiable and avid for vague and obscure skies, Ill not groan like Ovid, banned from Rome and paradise. Skies, shores split and seamed, my prides mirrored in you: your clouds in mourning, too, are the hearses of my dreams, Hells reflected in your light, where my heart takes delight.
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"From that sky livid, bizarre..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Charles Baudelaire delivers a powerful performance in "Sympathetic Horror"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...