𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟐𝟓, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐
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Hith'r and thith'r doth the windeth blowe;
His wint'r breath whirleth bitter cold so dull...
Whence doth patch of ice cometh to showeth;
And dabble leaves in white of snoweth?
H'r wrinkl'd dresseth did bind in breeze;
Cinnamon-mahogen rolls doth twirl...
the fabrics w'rn in streaks of grey;
Hind'red, distracted, by h'r lovely arms...
Those doth sway—lean and sharp;
Such crispness hath found in bark.
Bef're such st'rm didst cometh to take;
The life in h'r night as did sleep away...
His toucheth twin'd fing'rs in lace;
And h'r depart did bid well from brace.
Whence didst such fruitful colour cometh to be;
And wherefore dareth that gent maketh it leave...
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Lines In The Sand
Poetry✧ Abstract attractions from all angles of one's imagination; found in a collection of poems comprised of both enlightening and belittling thought. May these written works immerse you in the colourful mind of the maker and may they depart you with un...
