THE PETAL.
On to a cushion Of smoothest blank velvet A petal dropped softly. A petal bright orange, A petal of poppy; Dusk filled the room. The clock, ticking loudly. Went placidly onwards; No change, but a sighing Went round the room gently ; The reft poppy shuddered, The bright petal quivered, At the whisper of doom. So, in the silence And dreaming of twilight, A day that was happy. And gladsome and shining. Tn eternity's abyss Goes fluttering nnd falling To star the dim gloom. —ELSA FLAVEbh. Hawera.
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Auckland Star, Volume LXV, Issue 285, 1 December 1934, Page 1 (Supplement)
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88THE PETAL. Auckland Star, Volume LXV, Issue 285, 1 December 1934, Page 1 (Supplement)
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