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Elegy Written in Winnowy Weingarten
Sacred desires of a well-farmed verse,
Meddled in the lashes of a silent curse.
Songs are telling of my every unsuccess,
Dreams are in plenty but only to distress.
Abyss of the reality but fathomed by my heart,
Stuck around the corner and oblivious to start.
In the prison of days I have resentfully spent,
There is nothing to praise in the wake of lament.
Dreadfully shaken to the core by your gaze,
The likeness of odds is breaking out of the cage.
Have a nice life ............
Humorous streak of intent
Love with all its complications, yet so sheer my dear,
Needless to say it all, but at times I like to see it clear.
I never knew it before, and the revelation came to the fore,
Seamlessly attached to my soul, though I see opening of a door.
Baseless thoughts of your loss, fueled by my everlasting desire,
Your love brings me comfort, but separation annihilates and fire.
Sometimes I question it all, weather it soars only to fall,
But the smile in your eyes for me, doesn’t it seem to say all.
The longing with all its tranquil, and it feels no desperate will,
Hopelessly lost in the chaos, the world passing by as I sit quite still.
Will it see the desired end, I don’t know but I can understand,
Surmising the intent of your love, I sleep with eternity in my hand
Have a nice life ............