She achieves at seventeen
What I still cannot at thirty
Worse, I was slow to discover
The very lack of genius in my stars
Now, spring means crying over
Another cup of honey and clover
Elizabeth Cook, 2015
Thoughts, Stories, Poems
Un poème n'est jamais fini, seulement abandonné. A poem is never finished, only abandoned."Paul Valéry"
The Poetry of Emotion
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