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Exiled

It wav’d not thro’ an Eastern sky, Beside a fount of Araby; It was not fann’d by southern breeze In some green isle of Indian seas, … But fair the exil’d […]
Exiled

Withered petals

‘Maybe a breath of politic words  Has withered our Rose Tree;  Or maybe but a wind that blows  Across the bitter sea.’  – from The Rose Tree by William Butler […]
Withered petals

Four Trees

Four Trees — upon a solitary Acre — Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action — Maintain — – from Four Trees upon a solitary acre by Emily Dickinson read […]
Four Trees