Yongle VoynichSep 11 min readJuneRose-stemPricks my fingers:Collared sunset blooms.Thorned hem,Tired, lingersAs yawning dusk looms.Ceramic vaseRests vainly,Still, in my room.Warm windowpanesBreathe moonbeams,In yellow June.
Rose-stemPricks my fingers:Collared sunset blooms.Thorned hem,Tired, lingersAs yawning dusk looms.Ceramic vaseRests vainly,Still, in my room.Warm windowpanesBreathe moonbeams,In yellow June.
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