Oh romantic -
your era has yet to end
for spring has quietly slipped among the poppies.
Barrade me with the lashings of quick-witted tongues,
pull me from the peak that I so desperately cling to.
Evidence of autumn in summer
or is that the hues of a restless sun?
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC
Oh romantic -
your era has yet to end
for spring has quietly slipped among the poppies.
Barrade me with the lashings of quick-witted tongues,
pull me from the peak that I so desperately cling to.
Evidence of autumn in summer
or is that the hues of a restless sun?
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