Letter To Padua
I
Eleven! Quite a figure,
It quakes my memory; spine's strength wanes...
What saying makes this feeling?
For this march, I dare?
For this unwilling cold, I must savour!
II
Aura of love birth familyes
Excesses of spirits, curbed
Cadence that fills the mind
Memories! Sanity? Aye!
For eleven births an end.
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