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 Whelve “to bury something deep, to hide” BURIED LOVE I shall bury my weary Love Beneath a tree, In the forest tall and black Where none can see. I shall put no flowers at his head, Nor stone at his feet, For the mouth I loved so much Was bittersweet. I shall go no more […]

Nubivagant “moving amongst clouds” ENCHANTED LOVE’S DWELLING PLACE They were clouds but they formed the longest white feathers it wasn’t the noted war bonnet of the Plains no this was a head dress for a maiden that could only be the glory of love embodied to look was To stall and stop time your breath slows your […]