The Sun too fervent leans today,
Upon the fainting Ground
And every Leaf a Pilgrim—prays
For Shadows to be found
Yet Breath of Clover wanders near,
A Whisper soft divine
May Words like Lilac gather here,
And cool your Brow—with mine.
:: 08.22.2025 ::
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