The Fifth and Most Fleeting

Which sense can we delight in most, The one most oft forgotten? Whose beauty travels through the air; Reminders of begotten. Like a rose, she lingers. Fragrance speaks her story fair. The fullness of my mind and heart; The whole aroma of her hair. Like a bouquet bestowed upon me, Melodic circles in the air, ...

Sway and Rest

Insignificant; Might just be the correct word. Like a blade of grass. The sway and rest, and sway and rest; A slave to wind and rolling breeze. The eyes do not see play and jest, The sway and rest, following the trees: The grass that grows and grass we cut, We possess the blades that ...

To Say of Nothing

Back me not into a corner; For I will kick and scratch and bite. Give me not a route to run; For I will flee and never fight. Pay me not your best attention; For at best I find words fickle. Judge me not upon my actions; For I do not command a sickle. Give ...

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