"...But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-coloured,
With your brightness,
And the words you whispered to me,
Sprang up and flamed—orange torches against the rain.
Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!" ---Summer Rain, Amy Lowell
Brown eyes in the sunlight And all those silver hairs Wrinkles at my smile lines And between my brows My face freckled more each year The sun's kisses rarely fade I don't think there's anything I'd really like to change
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