All That Was in the Soul, by James Schevill All of the shapes of the soul seemed somehow lost. /
Sad and bored, I lay in the grass. Above me tossed /
The beautiful flesh of a flower I could ...
All that was in the soul..., by Daniel Weissbort All that was in the soul, all was lost again; /
I lay down in the grass, sad and bored, /
And a flower lifted its lovely form above me, /
A gras...