I have cherished hues, and not blossoms...
Their movement,
not the swallows wings...
Also,
squandered the greater part my hours...
Without the comradeship of things....
How is it,
presently, that I can see...
With affection and marvel and pleasure...
The offspring of the support and tree...
The little masters of day and night?
One love.
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