She bore it till the simple veins (Emily Dickinson Poem)
She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand -- Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The ...
She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand -- Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the ...
A weary mother returned from the store, Lugging groceries through the kitchen door. Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year ...
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