Days of yore reminded my smoking till hollow wept, Ah yes, that hollow dark was weeping nope and nope, From…
Just a Song (Apparently)
Yesterday I committed treason And gave penance for beauty in lust, My roses garnered pens for wrought, A larking tulip…
A little song
But pity is I who cannot sing, Can only do depth alack my feel, Is but the softening my voice…
I sang the dreams that made me whole again.
Song of Swans
Within the shadows ye lay and quietly await my approach hither, No sooner than thy black wings that surround complexion…
Tarantella del Gargano
Where this woman stands a fountain emerges, From whence she gushes forth a water holier, Thus that trinkles thereunto did…
Distance made
At long last from what loneliness made of me, Grafted myself one person anew with utter face, Treating my ways…
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