Poem
A clementine
Of inclement climate
Grows tart.
A crocus
Too stoic to open,
Won"t.
Like an oyster
That cloisters a spoil of pearls,
Untouched —
The heart that"s had
Enough
Stays shut.
Of inclement climate
Grows tart.
A crocus
Too stoic to open,
Won"t.
Like an oyster
That cloisters a spoil of pearls,
Untouched —
The heart that"s had
Enough
Stays shut.
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