#gallantry
Lenore, as gentle as the wind,
As light as a feather;
I wonder where it was
The breeze delivered her.
I imagine her smile
In the morning sun, and
Her son, playing in the yard.
I smile in reminiscence
Whilst pondering
This new shore
I've happened upon;
Guilty, come fear,
A remorse blanketed echoes of
Gallantry.
The world would never let me go.
She knew that when we’d sprout;
The world would never let me go,
“So go,” she’d whispered.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
a rootin'
rowdy eye
Indian toeing
sundance in
democratic blue
muslin fires
them but
villagers nigh
Tolstoy that
defy their
chief epically
in those
Woodlands with
southerlies that
only sway
their embassy
with ambrosia
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC