Three Haikesques
I Hand on hand, a fragile tether; Subtle petals knit together. II The waning treetops waxeth red; The colour of your lips late fled. III My love on my ashes consented to blow; Took embers of dreams, and bade them glow.
I Hand on hand, a fragile tether; Subtle petals knit together. II The waning treetops waxeth red; The colour of your lips late fled. III My love on my ashes consented to blow; Took embers of dreams, and bade them glow.
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