Maiden mater, maiden’s gore,
for plenty sorrow, plenty sore
has struck into the slow foreshore
maiden's stature,
how I long!
to reminisce all summer long
toward the blurry winter light
I'll breathe away the rancid spite
and see and subtly close my eyes,
and climb into the auburn sky.
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
Maiden mater, maiden’s gore,
for plenty sorrow, plenty sore
has struck into the slow foreshore
maiden's stature,
how I long!
to reminisce all summer long
toward the blurry winter light
I'll breathe away the rancid spite
and see and subtly close my eyes,
and climb into the auburn sky.
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