Rose Reade

Viola
19 days ago
Orsino: For women are as roses, whose fair flower Being one displayed, doth fall that very hour. Viola: And so they are: alas, that they are so; To die, when they to perfection grow. My Lord, I do pro...
Paradise Lost
19 days ago
Paradise has not been lost, but found again, In time, in every sleeping second, Weathered by the grinding of sin’s teeth We are exiled, to paradise. I have seen the inch of skin that reeks at me Betwe...