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(Sonnet) If I should die with a shunted echo hear me, Lost fabled one, my paltry heart the snows, The warmth rides of the chiding winter sun, The melody and rustling in cantata leaves, Whose strings of one, plaintive guitar, strung By breaths birthing breaks, your tracing lips, White birds, water wings miraculous, not so Stunning as your steps float above the water, I am nothing, less, you shine pure, most of all More than any heart could tender, how could An empty house, abridgment only, unhinging Doors coursing reason hold the new day sun? As flame was my doom, love hear my thesis— Should I die, look for me in the loom chrysalis. .
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May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 9:43 PM UTC
If I Should Die with a Shunted Echo
(Sonnet) If I should die with a shunted echo hear me, Lost fabled one, my paltry heart the snows, The warmth rides of the chiding winter sun, The melody and rustling in cantata leaves, Whose strings of one, plaintive guitar, strung By breaths birthing breaks, your tracing lips, White birds, water wings miraculous, not so Stunning as your steps float above the water, I am nothing, less, you shine pure, most of all More than any heart could tender, how could An empty house, abridgment only, unhinging Doors coursing reason hold the new day sun? As flame was my doom, love hear my thesis— Should I die, look for me in the loom chrysalis. .
#love#nature#sonnet#beauty#sorrow#npmchange
ormond
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Irish
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 9:43 PM UTC
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