The sky is cleft across
A ragged aniversay of two
Who for three years were in tune
Down the long paths of their vows
Now it, their love, lies, a loss
And Love roars with his patients on a chain,
Feom every real or crater
Carrying cloud, Death mires their house.
Too much spent in wrong rain
Coming together who love parted:
The windows melt into their heart
And the doors melt into their brain.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
The sky is cleft across
A ragged aniversay of two
Who for three years were in tune
Down the long paths of their vows
Now it, their love, lies, a loss
And Love roars with his patients on a chain,
Feom every real or crater
Carrying cloud, Death mires their house.
Too much spent in wrong rain
Coming together who love parted:
The windows melt into their heart
And the doors melt into their brain.
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