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You
Whirling eddies cross the sheets of glass,
Cloaked before my eyes, and
The dark afterglow of yesterday’s breeze
Assaults the world.
Standing here unperturbed, I laid my mind
To rest. Books and tales are nothing
When I have roses and thorns
To dwell upon.
My eyes see nothing brighter than you.
Your frown, your smile, your look of hurt
Hold more to comprehend than many tomes,
And all the same I squint at the sight.
Somehow through it all you saw me, and I have
Lost an indescribable on this day.
The eddies on the sheets of glass forever
Are my solitude.
Cute. I never have liked your archaisms, but here they are, at least in my opinion, more or less at their best. Nice work, sir.
By the way, I have a fucking postpoems account. How sweet is that?