Alas the evening tires,
A life soon dreadful;
For the inquiry of excitement,
Burdens another more fortunate.
In this twilight, color leaves all hues,
Brought with but silent moons;
Seldom ventures for if I knew,
would have brought some animated cartoon;
Nevertheless mourning subsides,
And along descends a cleric of junelight.
Come to partake in the sweet embrace,
Of a time deemed insensible;
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Loh of Yesterday
PuisiA series of poems governing the sovereign thought within. Perhaps it's a means of fulfillment Or just another thought of cloy To me it alls seems irreverent But perhaps you may find some joy What lies within this crystalline tower Will reveal all...
