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The petals of the cosmos
are fallen to the vase;
And evening is denial
of all that morning was...
.
The smell of tea and lemon,
And an angle of a chair,
Remain your only signature
Against the darkening air.
are fallen to the vase;
And evening is denial
of all that morning was...
.
The smell of tea and lemon,
And an angle of a chair,
Remain your only signature
Against the darkening air.
love the one,
ReplyDeleteglad to share.
loveable imagery.
ReplyDeleteImagination in imagination. I just love this. Amazing
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