06-07-2021, 01:51 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-23-2021, 01:17 PM by Mike_Everley.
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Some Mornings
Some mornings she leaves tears,
upon the flowers
and neutral stalks of grass.
Tributes to the hours
of solitary wandering
that took her past
these same, night-dead flowers;
these same stalks of stubborn grass.
Some mornings she leaves tears
and hides her face
behind the sun’s bright mask.
Some mornings she leaves tears,
upon the flowers
and neutral stalks of grass.
Tributes to the hours
of solitary wandering
that took her past
these same, night-dead flowers;
these same stalks of stubborn grass.
Some mornings she leaves tears
and hides her face
behind the sun’s bright mask.
I saw the boys of summer in their ruin. Dylan Thomas.
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