And thus for angry reasons,
Wars, famine, and human misery;
Rain’s beauty on droppe’d petals
Grasses’ shine, on dew feathers.
Lose your way through
From the dark woods of love’s hair
To the cheek’s shine ever,
To the fine urn’s spirit, in knotted pewt’r.
Sdiqullah Khan
Islamabad
March 10,2014.
Paul Madeline, French,1863-1920, ‘LeBaie de Launay Bretagne’,1913 @ Litchfield County Auctions
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