No Clue
.
Ask me not why
this soul prefers me most
For I the soul most know
favor the locked lass
with
gold
Yet this day
before me
the stroll long her back down
was black
The sylph’s eyes
pitch
just as black
her figure to I
was
just as blond
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2012
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