17 July 2017

Severus Alexander

Oh patron of the weary quells

Hesitates on sun-bleached sand

Soothed by the heat and waving grass

(If ever his attention fell

To driftwood from a foreign land

If should the sea-bird's stupor pass

Would thou deign unto my hand?)

  • Author: Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 17th, 2017 00:31
  • Category: Unclassified
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