Though starts with sleep, ending with none; I give tale of neither sorrow nor gay a mind, Hence muses, my…
Mound of Some Golden Leaves
Relish my gold, succumb its age glory new, Like sponge, sink through this giving light, I spelt my name in…
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Told was he it was a little too early to tell, Each day would grow to one a month, Then…
The Smallest Happiness
There was one lady walked, No, she was not young; Just merely nine and twenty. Oh, she had a year…
Glory to the Sun
Name that single star yond from here, Whom we call the Sun to fear; The giver of life and light…
Flight of the Lark
Paid visit a field yea large so gold, In whose sun taught green be bold, And so terse the holding…
Shards
Before pieces are shattered, Let each shard give memory near, How soon each shall fall to break, Till no light…
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Nor did it matter what it was, An act yea cruel; a song yea new, How soon this cloud of…
Malade
These people I stand with: who are they? Ill lone is shattered like storm enraged, A thought raced becomes a…
In a belly: the cat; etc, (so be it)
I'm a pondering mouse walking, Knowing the floor like mine ears, How cold and smooth the wooden plaques! Till noon…
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