A contrast of colours.
Speeches in languages
long forgotten.
Made impassive, carried
in a breeze of eve'
the ancient tear of happiness
Frozen a time or two
In a glance in the folds
The words unrecorded
in unread tomes
ancient and folly given
veneer dipped in silence
reverence to a natural word
A world without voices
Still has something to say.
"Advanced Stalking"
2 hours ago
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How Sonnet-esque of you. Love the last lines.
I committed the folly of reading Shakespeare yesterday.
But mostly Keats. Lots of Keats and Montaigne lately.
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