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Found Poetry 879

1/6/22

please pardon my stillness
in the summery fringe of nature
rich choir of mornings
smiling faces of sunsets
but cries in the distance
so I sit
riddled with itch

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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