Perfect nonsense goes on in the world. Sometimes there is no plausibility at all.
Perfect nonsense goes on in the world. Sometimes there is no plausibility at all.
“I dug and dug amongst the snow,
And thought the flowers would never grow;
I dug and dug amongst the sand,
And still no green thing came to hand.
Melt, O snow! the warm winds blow
To that the flowers and melt the snow;
But all the winds from every land
Will rear no blossom from the sand.”
Christina Rossetti