The clouds lie heavy, Dark and full, Over the mountains, Heavy with thoughts, Spilling shadows, Vast and rolling. With each sigh of wind Through branches, They whisper To the earth, A strange desire.
- Sylvia Plath
The clouds lie heavy, Dark and full, Over the mountains, Heavy with thoughts, Spilling shadows, Vast and rolling. With each sigh of wind Through branches, They whisper To the earth, A strange desire.