Josephine J.W Biography

I have some flowers upon my window-sill,
The yellow and white contrast so lightly
You would hardly notice that they differ at all,
Yet one is purity, and the other is frivolity
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Wandering aimlessly at the misty station
Lugging a velvet heart-shaped case
Listening numbly to the conductor's whistle
Trudging past endless grey with dreary pace
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As I kept my nightly vigil
On the cliff's rocky edge tonight
As the waves crashed below me
By the twinkling of starlight
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Suspended above a riveting scene
Fathoming lovely things otherwise unseen
Eyes trailing over countless dewy mounds of green
As the blue of sky reflects serenity
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There is a silent tragedy
In the setting of the sun
When the golden orb
Declares its day as done
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