atram

Desolate he drags his rags towards oblivion, with the mutilated spirit and the empty soul, while in his flesh crawls morbidly the anguish and awareness of the end. And she, like a mirror, reflects life but hosts nothing, deceiving seek happiness, while shame consumes her slowly with agony. Poem(C): Me ''Shylock and Jessica'' (C) Maurycy Gottlieb. Made by Adobe Spark Post