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Apr 2021
My thoughts bend into idleness
Towards the love that needs be vain
I know that reason bears divinity
But I’m too young and quite insane

At night I wove a veil for sorrow
To hide her from men’s sight
Even though I knew the morrow
Would make her footfall light

At day I sailed away with her
She took me to some far off place
And all the ocean was in tears
For I stole sorrow from her face

At dusk confined in solitude
On an island that we owned
And sorrow cast her veil of fear
Upon the moment we postponed

At dawn we heard a distant drum
And sorrow nimbly fled away
Towards the men that waited there
So eagerly for break of day
Written by
Fenna Capelle
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