Wouldst take my leave
On autumn’s eve,
When hue of winter
Finds fall perceives,
Fashion a whisper
Of winter’s weave,
Will have us surrender
To the pallor it conceives!
ode to a passing summer
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passing
“ More Time ” ~ a growing thirst ~
I’ve ardent thirst
For time,
That grows
With passing days,
The more to taste
What I had failed
To so indulge,
All I did waste,
Knowing not later
There’d be a day,
I would so thirst
For but a taste,
Of want more time!
