Orchard
In the orchard, glost in flowers, lost in the petals of pale spring;
yet, here is the heart, that throbs with the ripening. Under the swaying of branches, the loudest silence grows.
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H.D.
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HD
Orchard
In the orchard, glost in flowers, lost in the petals of pale spring;
yet, here is the heart, that throbs with the ripening. Under the swaying of branches, the loudest silence grows.
H.D.
HD