Mar 2014
Nature's patient,
wistful sleepers
dampen the fall
amidst sets of peepers.
Ever ancient,
ticking tempers
stir against time
to make things mine.
Nature's patient: I await,
mothers cure for all i hate.
wistful sleepers
dampen the fall
amidst sets of peepers.
Ever ancient,
ticking tempers
stir against time
to make things mine.
Nature's patient: I await,
mothers cure for all i hate.
(Brighton)
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