the art of CMB The Art of
Cicely Mary Barker
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the breeze my fluff is blown; So my airy seeds are sown. Where the earth is burnt and sad, I will come to make it glad. All forlorn and ruined places, All neglected empty spaces, I can cover-only think!- With a mass of rosy pink. Burst then, seed-pods; breezes, blow! Far and wide my seeds shall go! |
