Ode
Friday Poem: Your love is a vast measure of my time…
My angel, you who speak to me through lilac veils
before the moon turns pale beside its downy lair,
and sow the seeds of sipid calm in raging gales
to make those dusky howls assume a sweeter air,while you breathe in my ear some softly whorled surmise
of…
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