by Elisabeth Rees Warm radiance of mutual brilliance,My woollen jumper speaks no tales of fancy.Cup of tea, your eyes on me are chancy.Is the code of Winter youth dalliance?Snow of the earth, limitless before me,Laughing, surfeited on wine drunk spicy,As we, winded, kneel on a shrine icy,And I ask only that you adore me. Glacial […]
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