I hear a tinkling,
A sound part gurgling,
As water laughs in a fountain unseen,
While I rest my head with a lean
On the rough skin of a wood
I sit under with a contented mood.
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Star Attraction, Poetry by Agata Zema
The room I enter
Is full of people
Flushed from too much
Wine and laughter
Flirting, teasing, hoping
