Gustav Klimt
Monday, October 14, 2013
Remind
He told me I would always remind him of autumn.
The way the leaves turned, the line between decaying leaves and cool breezes,
the way the fog rolls over the roof tops.
“You are not so independent when the air turns cold”,
He said.
You seek the comfort of warmth to see what might unfold.
Gustav Klimt
Gustav Klimt
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