Hilda Conkling (Хильда Конклинг)

Gift

This is mint and here are three pinks
I have brought you, Mother.
They are wet with rain
And shining with it.
The pinks smell like more of them
In a blue vase:
The mint smells like summer
In many gardens.

1. Moon Song
2. Red Rooster
3. Tree Toad
4. I Am
5. Little Snail

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