The Works of a Writer

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

—Yeats

Just thought I would share. This is how I always feel publishing a story, and you all tread very softly indeed. Thank you.

Comments

[Toksyuryel]

Your dreams are very hot <3