“There’s a certain Slant of light,Winter Afternoons –That oppresses, like the

“There’s a certain Slant of light,Winter Afternoons –That oppresses, like the HeftOf Cathedral Tunes –“-Emily DickinsonI think this poem is going to be my second favorite one since this is a compact version of how winter feels like during its darkest hours. A hefty dry air surrounds our body with sharp pain of the coldest hour. Buildings fall on top of us while the morning fog falls over their roof like a blanket.insta: @meureiledreams -- source link

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