When love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.


Teacher (1955)


When love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.

When love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.

When love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.

When love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.