How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.
Author: Sathya /
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I could peek the other way
Fine-tuned to every word you say
Secret smiles and a blind sway
Dwindle by dozens
Multiply by millions
But I would peek the other way
Fine-tuned to every word you say
Treasure
- GRIEF IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS - Max Porter
- POSSESSION - A.S. Byatt
- THE WASTELAND - T.S. Eliot
4 comments:
I would peek the other way
Fine-tuned to every word you say
Ecstatically enjoying those words
As one drops after another
But I would peek the other way
Fine-tuned to every word you say
That is sweet, my love, my beautiful lady!
Words you play.
On day and time
Number and senses
Deemed or explicit thought,
Every word is but an emotional coaster
Ranges in thoughts and in hues of you,
Some remain and some are renewed in all including black and blue
WONDERS if these are YES and TRUE
You have robbed me of words, for your words weave beautiful poetry!
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