G. Robert Jeaurond
Bloom in Love
Fore-pome
February 14
Climb-acts
June 16
—Sam Peickovifz
I am off to see her for she calls me
Every instant of the day
With every breath of rising rose buds
With every song in trees of oak
With every brush stroke of misty melancholy
When at daybreak the sun stretches
Behind the cliff and rushes the day
Suddenly I am Bloom in love
Exile stirs in me and ushers the way
How far shall I roam about the City?
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