Music curls In the stone shells Of the arches, and rings Their stone bells. Music lips Each cold groove Of parabolas' laced Warp and woof, And lingers round nodes Of the ribbed roof Chords open Their flowers among The stone flowers; blossom; Stalkless hang. Submitted by Stephen Fryer
Added: 2 Sep 2002 | Last Read: 4 Sep 2026 4:40 PM | Viewed: 3669 times
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