Best Chastest Poems
On December's Throne (Classic Poetry Cento)Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
alone with the enduring Earth, and Night.
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
who wrestles with his dream; as some pale shape.
Their sharp black heads against a quiet sky,
where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies.
As if...
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Categories:
chastest, philosophynight, night,
Form:
Rhyme