Tyger Tyger burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In the deepest distant skies
Burns a fire of thine eyes
And when the music dares aspire
Feel the fury of the fire.
For my home is far away
From this lonely kind of day,
Stay, a while in my eyes
You'll find immortality.
(For William Blake, inspired by his poem 'The Tyger'.
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Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
