{sunday} Adam Mead ~ Bronx Gothic

{sunday} Adam Mead ~ Bronx Gothic

I will think of water-lilies Growing in a darkened pool, And my breath shall move like water, And my hands be limp and cool.   It shall be as though I waited In a wooden place alone; I will learn the peace of lilies And will take it for my own.   If a twinge of...
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