As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.
Dante AlighieriAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: italian
- Born: June 1, 1265
- Died: September 14, 1321
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