“Pleasures are like poppies spread You seize the flower its bloom is shed Or like the snow falls in the river A moment white, then melts forever Or like the Borealis race That flit ere you can point their place… — Robbie Burns Copy Share Image
“Pleasures are like poppies spread You seize the flower its bloom is shed Or like the snow falls in the river A moment white,… — Robbie Burns Copy Share Image
