An eighth of a teaspoon
A fraction of you
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Black boughed oaks, snow whitened hills
I searched my heart to tell you nothing but the truth.
I was his first child
The year of half mast flagsdragged in the early summer.Young families spent weekscombing the beachfor spent shells.
In the twilight of a summer eveningthe Alhambra’s shadow cast a gloom,sweet voices from the shade arose,the sunshine…
I see the sun’s beams I see the clouds, white and pureI feel the ocean’s warm steamA beautiful day I do not have to endure.
The world was filled with strife that day,as he lay dying.Rachel wept for her…