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
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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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My Own Paradise: Life on Seven and a Half Acres