...be the candle or the mirror that reflects it

She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i the bud, feed on her damask cheek, she pin'd in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like patience on a monument, smiling at grief.

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Location: New Orleans, Louisiana, United States

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Dancers

Movement of the arm
Bends as a stiff bare tree branch,
Yet still as graceful.

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