A wisp of dusk, personified
Or should I say, ‘animalified’
It grieves me, Bat
That you have died
Category: FUNERAL
ELEGY à DOMINIQUE (How could I forget), Poetry by Brigitte Badier
How could I forget the glance of thine eyes
When with darted compliments they teased me
Dumb they left me, but now they tender lies
In my memory, setting life to thee.
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