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Old Mother’s hands shook, When pouring my tea And I’d Savor the scent of hyacinth. Old Mother’s hands shook, When scribing time And I’d Wed her fatherless daughter. Old Mother’s hands shook, On cloud, under crevice, And I’d Lift her cup to lip; Old Mother’d drink, Her hands, like the trees, And we’d Both cry tears of ecstasy.
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
Tea on Heliopolis
Old Mother’s hands shook, When pouring my tea And I’d Savor the scent of hyacinth. Old Mother’s hands shook, When scribing time And I’d Wed her fatherless daughter. Old Mother’s hands shook, On cloud, under crevice, And I’d Lift her cup to lip; Old Mother’d drink, Her hands, like the trees, And we’d Both cry tears of ecstasy.
liam-c-calhoun
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
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