On late October nights I am obsessed
And ride the thermals with the crow and hawk,
Above the sea and giant cliffs of chalk,
To watch the golden Sun set in the West.
I know not why it is I am possessed
Though many years ago I died. I stalk
On full moon nights among the tombs and talk
In whispers to the living, much impressed.
A hunger most unknown and never named
I feel at dusk across the stream-built weirs,
Through ruined lintels, old kirks scarcely framed,
I haunt these leas for sad uncounted years.
No way to sate this long undying lust
That will remain when all the Earth is dust.
Please tell me what you think
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Few people can make a Petrarchan flow this smoothly. I had to read this several times as the meter is so constant that it simply glows.
Love,
Amera♥
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very nice
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