A gloomy garden Where the shadows of trees seem to wait Yellow roses, bursting with blood, They too can hardly breathe. Underneath the sky, Black clouds twisting in slow motion, A pinprick star laughs with me.
- Andre Breton
A gloomy garden Where the shadows of trees seem to wait Yellow roses, bursting with blood, They too can hardly breathe. Underneath the sky, Black clouds twisting in slow motion, A pinprick star laughs with me.