aHymnForCon #25
Tlahoun Gessesse – Selamtaye Yedres
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on….
how I miss you kohzu x
themusicologist 