Soft whispers 21 Tuesday Nov 2017 Posted by Betty Zhang in Notes ≈ Leave a comment TagsBeauty, feelings, literature, poetry, prose, sentence, writer, writing “So this is how I came to lament sadness—in my very own garden, where I weep in shades of blue, amid roses blooming. To wit, to wilt. Adieu.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like Loading... Related