Jul 2015
Tell me if lavenders still smell from my collar,
When these earthly clothes are fresh from the wash,
When night turns dawn, and cloud from star,
And love's precarious, fleeting, flash.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
When these earthly clothes are fresh from the wash,
When night turns dawn, and cloud from star,
And love's precarious, fleeting, flash.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft.
("The Pearl of the Orient")
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