You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me
You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me
“You lingering sparse leaves of me on winter-nearing boughs, And I some well-shorn tree of field or orchard-row; You tokens diminute and lorn—(not now the flush of May, or July clover-bloom—no grain of August now;)…” —Walt Whitman (You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me) 1892 #AIart #Midjourney7 #Poetry
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