incantation Posted April 12 Share Posted April 12 I still read sonnets But cannot count syllables, Deliver fire from the Eyes of angels who counted ten fires, Will the verses of my life be preserved. I Paint heaven from The view of my mother's Womb. No one can Help me to excavate dreams Of rusting suns, desolate Train tracks passing the Running eyes of time. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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