hi. [funny thing about chancing upon that particular title is my first boyfriend used to wrestle with my brothers and I]
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCXCV)
Ah, silver twilight! mists like to a veil
Down in the valley, maples nod from hence
Their greener boughs as rain 'non whispers thence--
That voice my soul harks unto, low and frail
Yet oh, how sweet! If only in betrayl
I could 'gain lose me on that haunting sense
Which tugs at nary sleeve, yet knows fr'intents
What I sae yearn t'embrace, light waxing pale.
My brother sez thet all does change as twere,
Um, after we are one, though neither to
Effect know truly, 'cept by what, in poor
'Scuse, others say. The Word of God is true.
I'm sick of waiting...yet. Leaves dimly stir,
This half-light all I cherish, without you.
14Oct17c
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
hi. [funny thing about chancing upon that particular title is my first boyfriend used to wrestle with my brothers and I]
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCXCV)
Ah, silver twilight! mists like to a veil
Down in the valley, maples nod from hence
Their greener boughs as rain 'non whispers thence--
That voice my soul harks unto, low and frail
Yet oh, how sweet! If only in betrayl
I could 'gain lose me on that haunting sense
Which tugs at nary sleeve, yet knows fr'intents
What I sae yearn t'embrace, light waxing pale.
My brother sez thet all does change as twere,
Um, after we are one, though neither to
Effect know truly, 'cept by what, in poor
'Scuse, others say. The Word of God is true.
I'm sick of waiting...yet. Leaves dimly stir,
This half-light all I cherish, without you.
14Oct17c
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