(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.—Mary Oliver
(via sadnesses)
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.—Mary Oliver
(via sadnesses)
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)