A dream for my love.
Cunningly weave sunlight,
Breezes, and flowers.
Let it be of the cloth of meadows.
And — good workman —
And let there be a man walking thereon.
“Aye, workman, make me a dream” by Stephen Crane
A dream for my love.
Cunningly weave sunlight,
Breezes, and flowers.
Let it be of the cloth of meadows.
And — good workman —
And let there be a man walking thereon.
