Jan 2013
Such beauty I have seen,
That took the eyes of me,
And left me in its wake,
An unquenchable misery.
No birds in the canopy now sing,
No light of summer, No sound of Fall,
But a forgotten tomb; a sunken spring,
I crawl, awaiting Rejuvenation's call.
That took the eyes of me,
And left me in its wake,
An unquenchable misery.
No birds in the canopy now sing,
No light of summer, No sound of Fall,
But a forgotten tomb; a sunken spring,
I crawl, awaiting Rejuvenation's call.
Copyright (c) 2013 Ashish Gupta
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(Tragoedia pulchritudinis : Tragedy of Beauty)
CC BY-NC-ND 3.0, www.ashishgupta.biz
(Tragoedia pulchritudinis : Tragedy of Beauty)
(M/Cleveland, Ohio)
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