The untamed dew doth soothe my soul,
It darkens and, with cruel hand, mars
The smile of a pink dawn’s stroll,
Which I behold from the final chair.
Fronds: “Dawn”
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The untamed dew doth soothe my soul,
It darkens and, with cruel hand, mars
The smile of a pink dawn’s stroll,
Which I behold from the final chair.
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