Oh grant me, God, the wish to persevere,
to dwell within the words as in a sea,
as syllables to taste, to smell, to hear,
and feast old eyes upon the sweetest harmony.
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I see Greek statues, perfect images of perfect bodies caught with grace and light, when I read your words. Intoxicating sweetness with just a touch of ennui. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Wicked again, 'precise hexameters with fingers drunk from joy' great line Cheers Anita
A smile creeps onto my face. t x