bohemian, ballad, zeitgeist

EcIlkUNUwAILhRe

On the day she left the gallery 

Of the faces ancient and agelast

She went to the shop of curiosity

And bought a new perfume fragrant

Of Rose, Acacia, Lilac, and Bergamot, 

From which a Sylph floated up to her

Thru the dusty air of a city street

Wrapping her in the perfume of love

Undressing her in the nature of love. 

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