Acceptance- Robert Frost
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud At what has happened. Birds, at least must know It is the change to darkness in the sky. Murmuring something quiet in her breast, One bird begins to close a faded eye; Or overtaken too far from his nest, Hurrying low above the grove, some waif Swoops just in time to...
For you and I
My name is Molly. I am 22 years of age, studying photography. “Within” shows the transcendence of my inner thoughts and emotions through self portraits. This blog is for you and I. -Enjoy