Ian Mason
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AUGUST TWENTY-SECOND

A paradise of vaulted bowers,
Lit by downward-gazing flowers,
And watery paths that wind between
Wildernesses calm and green,
Peopled by shapes too bright to see.

Prometheus Unbound
Percy Bysshe Shelley



#Poetry #daybyday
02:54 AM - Aug 22, 2023
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