Whistler Reed said to Rustling Silk,
'Unto thee,
I fain would pour my patience, like a song'
Sun dials bow their heads in unison,
and violets blue bend notes,
when Miss Curiosity comes along,
insatiable, dim, eager.
Said Rustling Silk to Whistler Reed,
'What use
would I make of patience, dear one?
When Mr Roar comes about,
and you give me a point blank, to fill in, and out'
3 мая 2017 г.
Mr Roar
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2017
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