The lilac leans to kiss the stone,
As church bells hum a softer tone.
The pigeons stir, the air is sweet—
A thousand petals at our feet.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe
The lilac leans to kiss the stone,
As church bells hum a softer tone.
The pigeons stir, the air is sweet—
A thousand petals at our feet.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe
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