your tallest window
in rococo castle now
a rime a down wood
laurel eyes tenor
a tambor’s timbre a flute
floating September
nine-song together
from seven to remember
a day that still young
Poetry
your tallest window
in rococo castle now
a rime a down wood
laurel eyes tenor
a tambor’s timbre a flute
floating September
nine-song together
from seven to remember
a day that still young
This was very nice–and didn’t make my head hurt.
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Thank you, no wonder…there are tall doors here, too
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