Silver Valley Stories
5/11/07
#67--My Tree--Leafing Out in Red
The poppy that my heart was,
formed to bind all mortals,
made to strike and gather hearts
like flame upon an altar,
fades and shrinks, a red leaf
drenched and torn in the cold rain.
- Hilda Doolittle
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Pinehurst in my Dreams
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Ooo. Pretty!
May 11, 2007 at 11:17 PM
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Ooo. Pretty!
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