Poetry poureth from the depths of my Soul,
Like Lethe burneth avec brimstoned coal.
To burn with Hope I shall always aspire,
Higher and higher, alit like Dido's funeral pyre.
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It is so beautifully inscribed on love and depression. I quote......
And nectar I sought, yet the sting I received;
Please delight my senses once more, though deceived,
Forsooth, I knoweth I shall always be...
Drowning in Faux Love's illusory reverie.
Thanks for sharing.
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It is so beautifully inscribed on love and depression. I quote...... And nectar I sought, yet the sting I received; Please delight my senses once more, though deceived, Forsooth, I knoweth I shall always be... Drowning in Faux Love's illusory reverie. Thanks for sharing.