Nonet: Flora
Pleasantness irradiates the morn’s light
The glory I always delight
Makes the darkness sunshine bright
Look at my dearest dame
Tops white as snowball
Down in the hall
in my gall
bothers
me
Nonet: Flora
Pleasantness irradiates the morn’s light
The glory I always delight
Makes the darkness sunshine bright
Look at my dearest dame
Tops white as snowball
Down in the hall
in my gall
bothers
me
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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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