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parasols stole

The parasol is the umbrella’s daughter,
And associates with a fan
While her father abuts the tempest
And abridges the rain.

parasols stole

The former assists a siren
In her serene display;
But her father is borne and honored,
And borrowed to this day.

– Emily Dickinson

red rose & lace

What a sweet poem! This post is brought to you by the smell of roses and narcissi and the joy of living in a country where there is sunshine !


16th February, 2011  // 5 O'Clock // tags: , , , , .

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