I sat in the Temple...
I sat in the Temple,
the golden light of Angels
filled eyes had seen more than
One should see.
l checked into the Chelsea Hotel,
carrying my leopard polka dotted
bag, my books inside.
The books of the great poets.
l gazed over the rustic rooftops
And pondered on the flight
of the white bird.
the golden light of Angels
filled eyes had seen more than
One should see.
l checked into the Chelsea Hotel,
carrying my leopard polka dotted
bag, my books inside.
The books of the great poets.
l gazed over the rustic rooftops
And pondered on the flight
of the white bird.
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