Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.


Second April (1921)


Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.

Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.

Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.

Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.