There is this peacock of splendour such, Nor sporting what mayst you think he gains, But what colours! O the…
Such a Glorious Knight
Private or no is such a public day, As gripped his noose as it rides, Nor splendour spell a name…
Ill Sport
Though tormented in heat, Bearing wound upon wound, Is ill got whence a march esteem, Who held no hope in…
When he speaks
Listen: the sound of cool breeze and swift cars pass. These days grow new and eschew old in streams to…
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Every sound becomes a noise, Every noise becomes an echo, And every echo becomes a memory, And every memory becomes…
Mirror
Years past since his mother a mirror bestowed, Oh, adorned silver on silver etched light glowed: Beheld a man of…
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At the casting dawn, no star no bright,Did see it through the turmoil peaked,In pleasure fought but pain embraced,Sleepless brought,…
A wandering stranger
Some time ago, it was almost a speck; a boy I knew, but he was a strange guy. I didn't…
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Nor could he accept who once he was, From the ashes his blood shall mould, From ash image anew shall…
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And from where wings are clipped, Held by branches these thorns hold, Ere mine how soft is brought to fall,…
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