The Defrauding of the Worms
...The ashes of the years diffuse in dust,
Their motes exuding mauvish glow
That alters grey to black. But I’ve no trust
In Time, that cut-purse thief, who robs us so.
For, graveward borne, my gath...
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Categories:
graveward, faith, hope, visionary,
Form: Sonnet