“Wild Nights! Wild nights!” “I Felt a Funeral in My Brain” “I’m Nobody! Who are you?” “Hope is a thing with feathers” “Because I could…
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
“Wild Nights! Wild nights!” “I Felt a Funeral in My Brain” “I’m Nobody! Who are you?” “Hope is a thing with feathers” “Because I could…