To I, sought is she
, who be, by any single wording
, less like herself than likely me
in fumbled search o’r open sea
, as lit by fullest Moon, a ray of ‘flect’on/’re
arched/tight in swim of current, the
beauty more her smile than any vanity.
To I, sought is she
, who be, by any single wording
, less like herself than likely me
in fumbled search o’r open sea
, as lit by fullest Moon, a ray of ‘flect’on/’re
arched/tight in swim of current, the
beauty more her smile than any vanity.
oh this one is lovely, too! in fact, it’s loverly. yes, loverly. man i’m bored.