She walks among the loveliness she made,
Between the apple-blossom and the water-
She walks among the patterned pied brocade,
Each flower her son, and every tree her daughter. (Vita Sackville-West)

She walks among the loveliness she made, Between the apple-blossom and the water- She walks among the patterned pied brocade, Each flower her son, and every tree her daughter.

Vita Sackville-West

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