A Transitory Existence, An Eternal Quintessence
...My tenant body constitutes a lease,
A rented fabric owed to landlord Time,
From smoothened silk to wrinkled leather’s crease,
This shuttled thread is bound in deed to grime.
My mind he stakes a ...
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Categories:
outwears, art, death, life, time,
Form: Sonnet
How Well Have I Been Judged By Fate and Time
...How well have I been
judged by Fate and Time
I dare not say to praise
engrossing grey
Wherefore I'm lent to
weariness in prime
The years of rested
dreams, myself decay.
A pile of bones ...
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Categories:
outwears, funeral
Form: Sonnet