A Hundred Poems - I
Into that fire so brief,
death:
an organ untuned-
Spring, the last ...
we spoke-tear;
and gave console
eternal words
not from fear
you, beauty cry
my resolve strong
an arm upon heart
cascade tears-girl
(does she know?) that
love and life demand
joy, fear, life, love
her dress dipped blood
so long dreams
here comes life!
:: 03-12-2014 ::
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