The ere bright buds are now shadowy pits
and doze in muddy beds a quite brief sleep,
before they come to be the slender ladies
which are to mourn her own silvery babies
I feel so privileged to have read that, Marlyn:) Fabulous work:)
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That's my favorite stanza to read aloud ☻ Thanks, @prydefoltz ♥