...and I'll give you half an ear.
[L9: Robert. And sent a pic when returned. And yes, I loved him, shame to say.]
(sonnet #MMMMMCMXCI)
Where gloaming filters out in greyish thence
And fading halflight, children's voices trail
Some barking canine as no birds detail
Calm whispers whose soft breath tugs at me hence
Likeas to stay my footfalls with that sense
Tis now, and here. Ne stars yet in blue's veil
Except the evening star alone oer pale
Dead houses, and how sunset burns low. Whence?
Indeed. He's gone to Burning Man as twere
Or some take off that, romance forfeit too,
Else I'll wish for a date with each in poor
Excuse, how's that? The problem is...that you
Are not here. What are cool winds' murmurs? You're
Who gives dusk romance. Tell me that you knew.
23Oct16c
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
...and I'll give you half an ear.
[L9: Robert. And sent a pic when returned. And yes, I loved him, shame to say.]
(sonnet #MMMMMCMXCI)
Where gloaming filters out in greyish thence
And fading halflight, children's voices trail
Some barking canine as no birds detail
Calm whispers whose soft breath tugs at me hence
Likeas to stay my footfalls with that sense
Tis now, and here. Ne stars yet in blue's veil
Except the evening star alone oer pale
Dead houses, and how sunset burns low. Whence?
Indeed. He's gone to Burning Man as twere
Or some take off that, romance forfeit too,
Else I'll wish for a date with each in poor
Excuse, how's that? The problem is...that you
Are not here. What are cool winds' murmurs? You're
Who gives dusk romance. Tell me that you knew.
23Oct16c
Hi. Mebbe I'll share my diary pages again when I feel reckless. Like how some date proceeded or whathaveyou. Don't hold your breath waiting.
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