yore my yin



will we know, (I wonder) what Sunday shall bring

well the world turns still I guess

spilling thrills of, light yore dress

seems to glow, (whilst under) just everything

feels like the firmanent of Heaven is set as is said

in prophetic words in verses of bless

love is a river seeking heart's egress

nothing is permanent forever, ex'cept what is laid

upon the thrones of pain to appear a sacrifice

is simply not in vain, rather is repaid in thrice

or more I hope or know 'tis so the way of Life I guess

world still turns impress, spilling thrills of light under yore dress

will we know,

(I wonder)



Poetry by fyodr
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Written on 2007-07-16 at 16:11

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Jason Monroe
Love your work! Beautifully written.
2007-07-16