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Dream

And quiet like a child's sadness Born silent and alone In the dusky town. . . Softly the clouds part into light pale as drying straw, Blue, blue and yet again most blue Colors of a day, drawn against a paper birch, All white and bright as a new born lamb Trembling on new spring legs With mother close,

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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