unwritten registry
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Unwritten Registry
Each, for his own remembering,
has a list Of lovely things, and yours may be unlike
Mine as the day from night:
a river kissed By sun is in my own,
a flaming spike Of hollyhocks may be in yours,
a flaming spike Of hollyhocks may be in yours,
Heaps of Bangles
while snow,
Light-swirling but persistent,
Is as fair To me as music.
Some bangles suit for the girl s wrists
is as fair To me as music.
You have hours that glow jewel like and exquisite,
and I have Rare mornings
afternoons
and midnights, too
Youve loved a city you cannot forget,
You ve loved a city you cannot forget, And I a hill and wood in April; you,
Youve loved a city you cannot forget,
And I a hill
and wood in April; You,
And yet
My list is strangely similar to yours:
My list is strangely similar to yours:
Each warms the heart ,
and comforts,
and endures.
and endures.