confession of a lens
Tell me how many beads there areIn a silver chainOf evening rain,Unravelled from the tumbling main,And threading the eye of a yellow star -So many times do I love again. ~Thomas Lovell Beddoes  (by cookie_crumbles)

Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain,
Unravelled from the tumbling main,
And threading the eye of a yellow star -
So many times do I love again.

~Thomas Lovell Beddoes

 (by cookie_crumbles)

‘yet she finds what she seeks in the hushed silence of the evening…’ (via cookie_crumbles)

‘yet she finds what she seeks in the

hushed silence of the evening…’ (via cookie_crumbles)