With shadows raining singing to treble
nothing but silence with a fragrance
of the Bathsheba rose and ghosts
with pinions awakening seeds
of the Hollyhocks
becoming dreams of honey and tea
with wings of bees fading thimble
listening to murmurs of sympathy
sweetening the cultured lox
with shadows raining singing to treble
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