Monday, November 3, 2014

The colder Sun

Orange feels bitter white
Fainting dark no light

Where lurks the splendid sun
Left the earthy spring undone

Grow me back the grass
I grew, pillow'd my pash

The green craving for light
Bleak shine not so bright


This heteronomy irks my
Exultant run, take me to
Another world where rise
A warmer sun

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