Wednesday, 19 August 2015

My Beauty, My Own


 My beauty, my own
 My only Venice - this is breath! Thy breeze 
 Thine Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face!
 Thy very winds feel native to my veins,
 And cool them into calmness.
 George Gordon Noel Byron
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