Laburnums are a yellow falling,
Dogs under them poem words.
We see no leaves from flowers.
Poetry, as leaves,comes before
Ripe fruits on our absent nights,
As absence grows ripe on trees.
Laburnums are a yellow falling,
Dogs under them poem words.
We see no leaves from flowers.
Poetry, as leaves,comes before
Ripe fruits on our absent nights,
As absence grows ripe on trees.
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