Nik, for you, should I die
Living and else, neither should be mine
And for this, I bear no sadness, nor shame
I do not leave you behind
Just weariness, of all these old-fashioned lines
I take it under stern advise
That, like rust, and ebony and wine
(When spoken softly, feel the same)
This world and I
Are written differently, otherwise
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Author:
Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 29th, 2017 19:27
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Comments1
Sad. Enjoyed reading though I am somewhat puzzled. Maybe feeling weary, not on the same page. 🌄
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