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Gray Days That Blossom "Where were we?, in the afternoon of our lives that we would despair of love's foolishness take a pill to oblivion or cease to put the clown's kiss aft" he said... ...laughing petals gray to autumn-love in all its mulishness....laughter from above ....from the balcony above where it may have been some mistress or it may have been a wife whose skill in the seed of the tongue renewed brewed good tea and conversation even with the children grown! Another happy story ...and a passion never known! Never known!, and I had no children by you Rachel, ...your paintings are my children! My poems are their offspring and your freedom is your art! Never known to them, but I knew always, you see, always...like the thief who steals the air around you in a kiss and tip toes in his bliss toward the treasure the meaning and the measure of my heart....gray days that blossom! Let them be.
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