TRU KNOW TIME.
The most obvious for the wolf will stun the sheep.
Watching a killed winter sprout frozen in crap
thus recognizing the directly born down to be grave embraced
The poor young woods, now be they thick or thinly grown,
in a dingbat condition turning to their defiance
wherein withering itself takes all time; their crown…
Vulnerable,
so enigmatically agreeing with hardest experiences,
grown upon a boulder with the roots visible all around
of false conclusions; doubt, aversion, sorrow, weakness and miseries,
therein words mostly can offer up some old half measures for pity,
barely just enough to flatter with;
weak in Reality
These fully daydreamed danced on a night old ice ―
grossly favoured products so freed from virtue,
hold freedom in hope
for pitiful saving after evil deeds,
for youth’s dumbness wastes youths fire away
Real friends! Wounds come to be before suffering
and is rarely covered by the fact that done is done
where it is fought after to eat the thistles
and being most qualming thrall-food rolled in dirt;
there death will never come too soon
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-09-15 at 16:41
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TO ADJACENT MEMORY
The most obvious for the wolf will stun the sheep.
Watching a killed winter sprout frozen in crap
thus recognizing the directly born down to be grave embraced
The poor young woods, now be they thick or thinly grown,
in a dingbat condition turning to their defiance
wherein withering itself takes all time; their crown…
Vulnerable,
so enigmatically agreeing with hardest experiences,
grown upon a boulder with the roots visible all around
of false conclusions; doubt, aversion, sorrow, weakness and miseries,
therein words mostly can offer up some old half measures for pity,
barely just enough to flatter with;
weak in Reality
These fully daydreamed danced on a night old ice ―
grossly favoured products so freed from virtue,
hold freedom in hope
for pitiful saving after evil deeds,
for youth’s dumbness wastes youths fire away
Real friends! Wounds come to be before suffering
and is rarely covered by the fact that done is done
where it is fought after to eat the thistles
and being most qualming thrall-food rolled in dirt;
there death will never come too soon
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
Read 76 times
Written on 2023-09-15 at 16:41
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