One more sad poem about love.
Adieu! I no more desire
To be your page, your servant and your boy,
And I, indeed, won't e'en try to aspire
To bring you pleasure for your sinful joy.
I let you go, o Muse; I burn our bonds.
Fly! Fly away and soar...
But you should know: of you I was so fond!
My heart bleeds in a pink smoke of your flight.
July, 2011
Poetry by Joan Black
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Written on 2011-07-27 at 16:19
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A Farewell
To L. Ya.Adieu! I no more desire
To be your page, your servant and your boy,
And I, indeed, won't e'en try to aspire
To bring you pleasure for your sinful joy.
I let you go, o Muse; I burn our bonds.
Fly! Fly away and soar...
But you should know: of you I was so fond!
My heart bleeds in a pink smoke of your flight.
July, 2011
Poetry by Joan Black
Read 861 times
Written on 2011-07-27 at 16:19
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