Glimpse (Isobel Stone Poems)
A painted ship, that is my graceful dream,I drift like wind-blown petals through the mistTo buried centuries past:A painted ship ...
A painted ship, that is my graceful dream,I drift like wind-blown petals through the mistTo buried centuries past:A painted ship ...
The sad cypresses cast their shadowsAnd weep above the opalescent pool,The silence broken!Who stirs? A bird with flapping wings and startled ...
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