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Violet
your grasp is frail
on the edge of the sand-hill,
but you catch the light —
frost, a star edges with its fire.
— Jul 03, 2021 08:39PM
your grasp is frail
on the edge of the sand-hill,
but you catch the light —
frost, a star edges with its fire.
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somewhere,
over a field-hedge,
a wild bird
will lift up wild, wild throat,
and that song heard,
will stifle out this note
and this song note
— Jul 05, 2021 01:20AM
over a field-hedge,
a wild bird
will lift up wild, wild throat,
and that song heard,
will stifle out this note
and this song note
