Hannah Cherub Quotes

“Felt the pain of Edgar Allen Poe. Annabel Lee loved when novelty, cherished when she was a mere greenhorn. Loved her so affectionately,
like an Agape.
Described her love with the halo moon, took her to the kingdom by the sea. Enshrined your love for her with the stars, the sun remained envious.
Your love made angels green eyed, created a havoc in the heaven places. Annabel Lee you left him young And it killed him.”
― Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche , Hannah Cherub: Hannah cherub

“A fair lady I suppose,
you balanced his spiritual and material being.
He symbolized you as infinite love forever together
and the dark cloud and ravens sung a dirge
Oh! Annabel Lee.”
― Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche , Hannah Cherub: Hannah cherub

“She was that lass I loved to admire when she plucked roses in her Charlotte novels
she beamed like sunflower, when she laughed at romantic lines,
I loved her little sequin nuggets those fine details about her, those indefinite little prose.
Her smell made me wonder, Do books have frankincense?
I loved to stare at her favourite book by”
― Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche , Hannah Cherub: Hannah cherub

“Hannah
do you even know the meaning of evening silences?
Watching the ebb, the halo hanging upon your eyes?
Hannah
do we even know the love we twined in those pines?
We walked with veils like of virgin shyness?
Those constellation, those stars that gleam and thrill,
those seamless touches, those eyes, shyness and sheen,
those Hannah,
those nights painted by Vincent Van Gogh, those nights I took you in my arms and held you like an eg”
― Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche , Hannah Cherub: Hannah cherub

“After leaving holes in me I started taking pictures and painting abstract, the magic of museum still trickles in my soul. I went in Budapest last summer what a place with extraordinary art and theater. Guess what? I watched Charlotte play it was looking into the sea tides and breathe the sands of time...”
― Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche, Hannah Cherub: Hannah cherub

“What is left is smell of coffee and our little conversations we used to speak about. I am left with the coffee you used to love affogato. With a novel you said I must buy you, I read Jane Ayre once an autumn gathering my pain to the seas of melancholy. Have you ever thought of dancing under the lame light? In this cafe I am left with conversations and smells of coffee and I still remember your smell vividly!”
― Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche, Hannah Cherub: Hannah cherub

“1 prefer scotch to Irish. And I plough my own garden. There is this music in the mud, mulching the pains of weed.
They need to grow have you ever wondered? My mother was born in a hut, my daughter in a hospital what a transition, there was a time I was under the bridge, with green shoots of wars flandering, my head ringing.
And after that, there is woman, a woman with topaz eyes died in the winter of the sun, some dull evening. made love with her soul, now in my blood she lives what a cost. Under certain smiles and growing madness... I have trouble to sleep I have chose to study Latin, and practice the virtues of stoicism and the principle of Moses.”
― Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche, Hannah Cherub: Hannah cherub