Wanderings
October 18th 2007 10:48
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Poetry
Wanderings
I've stopped again today
for you
to tell of nightingales and urns.
The wine of your syllables,
a palette to paint
a grey summit.
Theadora
I've stopped again today
for you
to tell of nightingales and urns.
The wine of your syllables,
a palette to paint
a grey summit.
Theadora
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