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Blue dust of evening over my city, Over the ocean of roofs and the tall towers Where the window-lights, myriads and myriads, Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.
Sarah Teasdale
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Tuesday, December 31, 2002 |
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Read poems about / on: city, ocean, flower
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