Sylvia Plath Quotes
All night your moth-breathFlickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen.A far sea moves in my ear.
All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen.
A far sea moves in my ear. (Sylvia Plath)
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen.
A far sea moves in my ear. (Sylvia Plath)