both a friend of mine and a sister were born on the 27th of July, the day a light immortalised
on the banks of the Oise
as today yields to the morrow
it's hope shall curb our sorrow
in fields above Auvers, they say
a gunshot rang against the sky
on this side of the starry spread
an awkward barnyard accident
a light so shines in what is dark
a soul blazes, embracing all
be tender, be kind while ye may
there is plenty to rue the day
as the day surrenders of its own
see it's kiss on fields in glints of gold
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2023-01-06 at 01:32
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