Proverb

    
     for Belle

In the garden,

There is a basin

On its pedestal

For the birds.



When the days turn sharp,

And it rains,

Red and yellow leaves collect there,

Making a strange dark tea.



The sight of it makes me remember you

And the time when no less wicked touch would do.



It makes no difference whether you deserved the love I gave you--

It was thrilling, and that is enough;

Because, my dear,

It's like you always told me:

A bird in dirty water

Sings just as beautifully.

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For One Shot Wednesday