How i hate your dark crooked bows,
The lynch of your exceeding notes
Buried in your solemn voice,
The way you twinkle like a white f
And the pace that you race

O, ye the bright sky summon thee
Before the crimson light forsake n
With the numb cloud morosely still
So does the teardrop– warmish will
Lightening’ a little or with a pi

They don’t
Surprise me
They live in a
Different world
Different city

I Am not a drinker
If not I would have claimed that
Bottles help me write.

The moon should be
Cautious of us
Because one day we will
Be looking Down to her
And She shall pledge to us

Nature is
A beautiful
And most
Hated luxury
But you

Close your eyes
What do you see?
Light Or darkness
They are as bad as
Each other, too

I pride myself in the midst
of pain, pleasure
Brain and honesty.

How will love be glad on autumns r
love divine and love refined, love
love inclined, love infinite and l
love’s regard and love on guard, f
love as cold like a morning’s brea

I could read her sight for countle
I could gasp her breath in every f
I could make my heart a bargain
For her to freely blend,
Because in her smile angels sings,