She knew him where the olives grew:
A garden in Elysium --
An older world, a younger heart,
Seems now, there's only tedium --
Do you, or have you, understood
Regret, so bland and so mundane,
That covers gardens in our minds
Like hers, with an indifferent, light
Membrane
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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