6月5日
Roses
My darling, you are
From down the heaven, as it sheds
Tears of pearls
From off the shaken bush, in an early summer bloom's
'Rose fever'
Then, my valley would be white and pink
Petals flow in the breeze
Fall as light as feathers, smelling sweet
And soft to tread on; Oh, it would be
Like dreaming and like walking,
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once.
--- In my bed, 12:02pm, After I woke up
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