Flowers – Well – if anybody Can the ectasy define – Half a transport – half a trouble – With which flowers humble men: Anybody find the fountain From which floods so contra flow – I will give him all the Daisies Which upon the hillside blow. Too much pathos in their faces For … Continuar lendo »
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