| Years and years old a photo. A classic. |
| My hoary longing The blooms of folly A constant reminder: What is in you Is written in me Indecipherable verses of Young insanity Fondness the Heaviest word to utter Weighing the tongue down Like scarlet lead A thousand skies part And come together Collide ‘Tis your world, my world Waltzing in the air Verdant fields Turn to dust, Blown to distance Where they may At long last mingle I close my eyes, Cease dreaming Behold the world of To-day Enthralling, enticing, Concrete, complete I tremble and kneel, Before my sole Mistress, in unreserved horror Should this be the world I love the best, What am I to do with my past? My Fall is reborn in flesh It carries your name |
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