The earth whimpers in tender infancy
Of the morning
And the pale shimmering sun lights up
Yesterday’s squalor
Warming another wintry day
Of lull and torpor,
And perhaps
Love.
Of the morning
And the pale shimmering sun lights up
Yesterday’s squalor
Warming another wintry day
Of lull and torpor,
And perhaps
Love.
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