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The Garden
The Garden
The violets speak softly to me,
They whisper to remember who came before,
The tiger-lilies interrogate me,
They say that spring pastures are no more,
The violet flowers inspire me to see my powers pure,
With the gifts that Venus pours my beauty will adorn,
The tiger-lilies scratch and chase me,
They say my will is cracked and torn,
The...
Thursday 23rd June 2016 5:13 pm
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