'Could this draught of air that's as cold as ice
Make our souls cold and steal the warmth and heat
We both have wrought the first time since our meet
That lasted ten minutes but with jazz?'
#Sonnet#Love#Poetry#WritingCommunity... more'Could this draught of air that's as cold as ice
Make our souls cold and steal the warmth and heat
We both have wrought the first time since our meet
That lasted ten minutes but with jazz?'
'Be sound, sane and strong in your world unbound;
At mornings, thank God, for He lets you rise.
War with the thoughts that may keep you quite bound.
With others liken not, you'll not grow wise.'
#Poetry#HappyNewYear... more'Be sound, sane and strong in your world unbound;
At mornings, thank God, for He lets you rise.
War with the thoughts that may keep you quite bound.
With others liken not, you'll not grow wise.'
Be sound, sane and strong in your world unbound; At mornings, thank God, for He lets you rise. War with the thoughts that may keep you quite bound. With others liken not, you'll not grow wise. Your actions will determine your life, dear. Vices that you... moreBe sound, sane and strong in your world unbound; At mornings, thank God, for He lets you rise. War with the thoughts that may keep you quite bound. With others liken not, you'll not grow wise. Your actions will determine your life, dear. Vices that you have shall vanish right here.
'My mind is no less than the winter haze
That has made our town its abode again;
The baneful mixture of smoke, fog, and mist
Obscures the sun just as thoughts cloud the truth.
The past is smoke and future orphic fog.'
My mind is no less than the winter haze That has made our town its abode again; The baneful mixture of smoke, fog, and mist Obscures the sun just as thoughts cloud the truth.
'My mind is no less than the winter haze
That has made our town its abode again;
The baneful mixture of smoke, fog, and mist
Obscures the sun just as thoughts cloud the truth.
The past is smoke and future orphic fog.'
My mind is no less than the winter haze That has made our town its abode again; The baneful mixture of smoke, fog, and mist Obscures the sun just as thoughts cloud the truth.