The orange trees breathe fire and shade,
As twilight softly turns to jade.
My shadow stretches long and thin—
A quiet end, where songs begin.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe
The orange trees breathe fire and shade,
As twilight softly turns to jade.
My shadow stretches long and thin—
A quiet end, where songs begin.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe
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