Posted on January 17, 2017
by Means of Grace
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If I bring new fruit with arms full, would past secede to dawning? If I hide my form in capricious tulle, would you accept the conning? If I bow my head like strangers meet, am I an untried Miss? This trifle I’ll do, but… Continue Reading “The days”
Category: Ecumenical Travels, ItalyTags: Italy, Kiss, Love, Poem, Poetry, Rome, Trevi
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