Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
E. E. CUMMINGS
E. E. CUMMINGS
E. E. Cummings on fingers
E. E. Cummings134 quotes“Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.”
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Lovers alone wear sunlight.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Lovers alone wear sunlight.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings Lovers alone wear sunlight.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings
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