Lina Jamison
art : poetry : essays
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Wild rose, how sweet art thou?
Buzzing bees tire not their wings
Though intoxicated by your scent and nectar.
Wouldst thou be so kind (as the wormwood)
To make me a glass of absinthe?
Jamison/08/11/2011
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