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Sapphire Sun
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Curses and Incantations Heavens sapphire sun shone down that day;
Hot, as if drawing ever near to thee;
On thy shoulders broad, doth rest
Its beam, nay oft forgiveth He.
Dost thine current rushe forthe
upon mine feet, O stream?
Or speaketh in soft monotone
Of a past left n'er to be told?
For the shale which we shall beholde
As thyne clock: for the years are
as of water swift, and thyne love
is her contoured stone.
I, too, enjoyed this one very
I, too, enjoyed this one very much.
Starwardist [fka Starward]
Very beautifully written!
Very beautifully written!
Thank you
for reading and for the compliment.
Love the language you use
Love the language you use here...'old worldly' like.
Nice piece, William. I enjoyed the soft flow of this delicate write.