Poezie
Procrastination
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you
I wish
to see again
when sleep shall have
shrouded all romance
and fatigued your heart
shall barely throb
as I will wind
into a bow
long disavowed by the arrow
whose divorced white feathers
would but stroke
the unbending string
then
you may cast a pebble
onto the coiling pond
should I leave
the quill unflung
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