Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
18.05.2025
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South Winds Jostle Them
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South Winds jostle them—
Bumblebees come—
Hover—hesitate—
Drink, and are gone—
Butterflies pause
On their passage Cashmere—
I—softly plucking,
Present them here!
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