Tuesday, 22 January 2013

When a feeling rise

When a feeling rise, only to sleep at dawn

Never awakening again at the first light

Because, her, whom we played with,

Returned not, in the high noon, when the agreed-hour passed melancholy by.

Grieved I, the evening to sleep, knowing, she loved not me.

This memory wore me numb, could she not have played an hour or more.

This feeling rose, despite my reasoning will to avoid sailing her sea,

But now my ship is wrecked, and she came not with a kiss of friendship,

To at least wish me well.



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