On a dead street
in a high wall
a wooden gate
I don’t recall
ever seeing open
is today
and I who happen
to pass this way
in passing glimpse
a garden lit
by dark lamps
at the heart of it.
On a dead street
in a high wall
a wooden gate
I don’t recall
ever seeing open
is today
and I who happen
to pass this way
in passing glimpse
a garden lit
by dark lamps
at the heart of it.
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