Bewitched by Madonna assay to last
The grief once felt was hard to past
And drew her innocence with tone
To never leave a sights inside frawn
For an art no similar exist, will never
Leonardo have loved a prise not any
Hied he to win her, petals never late
Love then sapped his past long greif
Manifested art hence in every belief
Bailey's an marmalade whisk my eye glare
Smiles of a man marry and skill inner fairy
Frawn stance, a lore france, erewhile recite
Like memory life afore him forby and touch
Then clepe that soft pure white coat skin
Mirror his eyes and gaze to wist mere lips
But no I called not, I named not. I just saw
Semblative a poet's wooer
A villain's swain
wot not?
The complex pox,a sickly
wine?
Whore,a huligan mazzle
sooner the old blue wanes
What remains?
Waggish frawn?
Sedative grief.
These trumpery looks of
stones,this vaward sob,
Prattle odds and old
slacks,quaffing soup;
how whimpish.
Seething lavander:
the vapour shroud song_
Crest twinkle like
fatties and momies_haist
Young poet.
Irish kinds
My simbling beauty.
The scented feet of
hers;Suwilangi,this line
These glamps inverted words.
humpy dot?
flamish eyes.
His slow paced emotions;
these_built on tempered motor
varlet swain
wot not?
The simple wax,no ill bed
drink.
My lady,maybe last;run now_
squeeze my breath_from my
hands take your heart.
Wisper slow
fade as smoke;his sight
these:elapsed.
Waking up at dawn
with incandescent lights
on my subdued frawn...
receding to warm sheets;
recognizing the petrel's flight
with the hawks pursuing it in delight,
while spiders hang on dusty webs
and the incessant thrush sings...
Waking up at dawn
with sunken eyes,
not wanting to meet sunlight;
a little morose,but gladsome...
I glance at the maples,
submerged in intense light,
as the wagtails tap
on my moist window
to greet me with a cheerful chirp...
Waking up at dawn
with departing lovely dreams,
I grope uncertainly amid visions;
no full moon rises above the bright horizon,
and with no night passion to inflame me:
I reckon another inevitable aspect of reality...
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