Footfalls echo in the memoryDown the passage which we did not takeTowards the door we never openedInto the rose-garden.My words echoThus, in your mind.
TS (Thomas Stearns) Eliot
Footfalls echo in the memoryDown the passage which we did not takeTowards the door we never openedInto the rose-garden.My words echoThus, in your mind.
TS (Thomas Stearns) Eliot