Saturday, November 28, 2009


Come, quiet this shivering eye
Unprepared for winter,
Hear the late rosebud's soft cry
As it won't bloom, but splinter.

Forgive the truth that came out wrong
In a moment of weakness,
Remember to wrap in a song
The last word of love's witness.

It's late and cold, sheer abyss,
The nightfall's now right here,
Going to sleep without a kiss
Steals each new day a tear.

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