Nov 2024
How little we look.
And yet
No sculpure in stone
Nor canvas daub,
No photographic pixel mash
Can catch the
Soaring beauty,
Vouchsafed to me,
Of You
And yet
No sculpure in stone
Nor canvas daub,
No photographic pixel mash
Can catch the
Soaring beauty,
Vouchsafed to me,
Of You
(66/M/London England)
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