Crusheth Silent Cries
Thy music plays till the twelfth of nev'r,
i carryeth grief with thy heart f'rev'r.
i shall loveth thee as i doth as timeth flies,
soft songs of springeth until f'rev'r dies.
this muffl'd lodging of thy death done sev'r
a did beat brancheth to thy lasteth breath endeav'r.
sublime, vigilance amb'r sunset riseth,
m'rrow's m'rning darkness, crusheth silent cries
1/13/2021
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2021
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