Classic poem of the day
In your mother's apple-orchard,
Just a year ago, last spring:
Do you remember, Yvonne!
The dear trees lavishing
Rain of their starry blossoms
To make you a coronet?
Do you ever remember, Yvonne?
As I remember yet.
In your mother's apple-orchard,
When the world was left behind:
You were shy, so shy, Yvonne!
But your eyes were calm and kind
We spoke of the apple harvest,
When the cider press is set,
A......
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Horrified by the mirror
Taking heavy steps forward
Every morning, comes a girl to the lake
To take a bow and soothe herself
Spend sometime, embracing
Her acid-burnt face in water
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