Always I knew that it could not last(Gathering clouds, and the snowflakes flying),Now it is part of the golden past(Darkening skies, and the night-wind sighing);It is but cowardice to pretend.Cover with ashes our love’s cold crater-Always I’ve known that it had to endSooner or later. Always I knew it would come like this(Pattering rain, and … Continue reading Dorothy Parker, Nocturne / Νυχτερινό