Cecilia LlompartIf Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine.
About This Quote
This is a poem by E.E Cummings that was published in the Saturday Evening Post during the 1930’s. The poem was written with references to Spring, Autumn, Night, Flowers and Winter. It is about how winter can make you feel sad by making you feel alone. It also shows how spring can make you feel happy due to the presence of new things in your life.
Source: The Wingless
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