3810071117: many gardens
So many gardens without my presence;
Houses without windows to the garden;
Less wind from Him, less grace for me; and
Houseless wind is like perfection,
Like perfect life for poet...
More champagne!, more wine! and clapping hands
To disturb the view of empty silence...
And I’m nobody - like drowning rain
Into the ocean...
Houses without windows to the garden;
Less wind from Him, less grace for me; and
Houseless wind is like perfection,
Like perfect life for poet...
More champagne!, more wine! and clapping hands
To disturb the view of empty silence...
And I’m nobody - like drowning rain
Into the ocean...
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